I originally wrote this song for one of our daughters who was going through a difficult time. I’ve posted it before but here it is again, this time for a friend whose funeral we will be attending tomorrow.
He died of Alzheimer’s but knew the Father’s love well; he has now been welcomed through heaven’s door:
Love so strong, to give your Son to death; He knew no sin.
To open heaven’s door for us where we are welcomed in.
I missed this in March: John Rebourn, an influential – to other guitar players – British guitarist died on March 26th, aged 70.
I spent much of my time at university trying to copy John Renbourn’s playing – with limited success, I might add. He would occasionally visit the smoky pub that my friends and I frequented and play; I always sat as close as possible to try and figure out what he was doing and later chat over a drink – usually about William Byrd, oddly enough.
The last time I saw him play was in Guelph a few years ago. Here he is in a recording made for the BBC:
John Renbourn – Bluesy numbers by kitsch
A song I wrote for Easter Sunday – we will be singing it this morning:
A song I wrote a little while ago for Lent:
A song I wrote a few years ago:
When little problems leap out of life’s precarious vortex to assail us, I often write a song. I have no idea why, but I do know that I haven’t the time now since I have to grope my way through some excruciatingly boring Discovery documents.
So I am appropriating a song I wrote for one of our daughters when she was having a difficult time a few years back:
The Father’s love
The Father’s love is deeper than the deepest ocean floor.
The Father’s love is brighter than the brightest morning star.
Chorus
Love so strong, to give your Son to death; he knew no sin.
To open heaven’s door for us where we are welcomed in.The Father’s love, it reaches to the distant galaxies.
The Father’s love is always here, it even rescues me.
© 2008 David Jenkins
A very Merry and blessed Christmas to all my readers and their families.
Here is J.S. Bach’s Christmas Oratorio BWV 248. It’s over two hours long but the whole thing is well worth listening to. I am firmly convinced that Bach’s music is one of the pinnacles of Western civilisation – the very best that Christendom has to offer.
Who better, then, to celebrate the Incarnation, the Word made flesh, God among us: the most significant event in human history.
May the 27th is the last Sunday that we, at St. Hilda’s, will worship in our building: we will be moving to rental facilities at the Knights of Columbus, 1494 Wallace Road, Oakville.
I wrote this song to commemorate our last – and first – Sunday:
A song I wrote a short while ago:
