I love it when you find a new song you can’t get out of your head and end up putting it on repeat just because you enjoy it so much.
The song “Grain of Sand” by the band Skellig is just such a song. I first heard it last week and have been enthralled by it. Here are the lyrics, and below it is a player of the album. Or go to Skellig’s website to listen to this beautiful song – and check out their album “Kingdom Come” while you’re there.
Grain of Sand
To be the lonely sheep lost from the shepherd’s flock
To wander through a world of sin where greed and hatred mock
The shepherd will search on to claim me for his own
He draws me with a living love to bring me back to home
And if I lay upon a beach, a tiny grain of sand
I’d know that Jesus lives in me and I lie in his hand
He is the rock that stands with everlasting grace
That drowning men from stormy world may seek his steadfast face
I love him who loved men and gave himself for me
That I may feel his freedom and live eternally
And if I lay upon a beach, a tiny grain of sand
I’d know that Jesus lives in me and I lie in his hand
He is the rock that stands with everlasting grace
That drowning men from stormy world may seek his steadfast face
(Lyrics by Skellig, from the album Kingdom Come)
Beautiful music and a poem inspired by it, that I wrote a few weeks ago. I first wrote it in Afrikaans, and now translated it as well for this post. The Afrikaans version (“Smekend om Lig”) can be found on Kammastories today.
Pleading for Light (Poem after Antiphona post Evangelium)
O, my God, how dost Thou know when to answer?
from the depths of darkness my soul pleads for Light
but receive no answer.
may I – flesh-enshrouded soul – ask it?
hope fades.
everything becomes as night around me –
friends, friendship and love
fades to a shadow.
and then, suddenly a song sounds.
From the darkness rustles voices with
the sound of the Angels.
They sing to Thy Glory.
They sing from the past.
in their own dark time they answer:
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
the voices brings Thy Light to me and
I – flesh-enshrouded soul – can see and sing
and reach out to a morsel of Thy blessing.
“Tomb, thou shalt not hold Him longer; Death is strong, but Life is stronger; Stronger than the dark, the light; Stronger than the wrong, the right; Faith and Hope triumphant say Christ will rise on Easter Day.” – Phillips Brooks
Easter is both a time of death, suffering and a stone tomb. But, more than that, it is a time of life, of renewal, of forgiveness and hope.
When you look around you – whether it is the daily news or perhaps even your own circumstances – it is very easy to forget that there is still good in the world. Days may be dark – but there have always been dark days. Chaos seems all around – but has it not been like that for centuries? Light will triumph in the end because it has already triumphed. There is no need to search for immortality and everlasting joy, because it is already within reach – just beyond the doorway, just beyond the curtain. The Light has already triumphed and the tomb is empty. Death is nothing now.
rume roderas;þæt is rice god,
sylf soðcyning,sawla nergend,
se us eal forgeafþæt we on lifgaþ,
on deft æt þam ende eallum wealdeð
monna cynne. þæt is meotud sylfa.
The God of glory, the God of all strength,
made the wide firmament
and the kingdom of heaven.
He is the true King,
The Keeper of souls,
The One who forgives,
the One who bestows life here and hereafter –
the Ruler of mankind.
He is the One who is. ~ From “Maxims I – B”, translation by Brigit Pegeen Kelly. Quoted from The Word Exchange: Anglo-Saxon Poems in Translation, eds. Greg Delanty and Michael Matto. Published by W.W. Norton & Company.www.wwnorton.com/books/
Before the throne
In my room I will bow before the throne
And be still and search for words
In the tongues I know
To exalt and praise and plead.
I will go into my room to be alone,
I will be still and think only of this
And realise that there is an ear that will hear my words
On the throne that none can see.
I will think of ancient stone and desert lands harsh to withstand
And buildings great and grand.
But not there, not there will I go, not where all can see
A lone person praying. A broken person pleading.
I will be still and know that here my words are like
A song of praise that I can but imagine and not sing,
That stuttering words will become sweet music,
That simple words will be given flight,
That all asked from the Prince will be answered,
That the Spirit will fill the simple room where I am,
That the King will place his hand on my shoulder,
That I will go from this room with new life.
Tears will be dried,
New life will enter me.
New love will enter me.
New peace will enter me.
I will be unbound and look at the world anew.
I will go into my room to be alone,
To plead, to praise, to humbly ask for new life. ~ Written by Carin Marais
May you have a wonderful and blessed Easter weekend!
