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One Day – Sunday Songs

One Day takes a refrain from Sing The Wondrous Love Of Jesus by E.E. Hewitt and adds some verses and musical stylings from Matt Redman.
I like the refrain from the original song, and the theme of the new song is a bit unusual for a contemporary song.

The lyrics:
One day You’ll make everything new, Jesus
One day You will bind every wound
The former things shall all pass away
No more tears
One day You’ll make sense of it all, Jesus
One day every question resolved
Every anxious thought left behind
No more fear
When we all get to heaven
What a day of rejoicing that will be
When we all see Jesus
We’ll sing and shout the victory
One day we will see face to face, Jesus
Is there a greater vision of grace
And in a moment, we shall be changed
On that day
And one day we’ll be free, free indeed, Jesus
One day all this struggle will cease
And we will see Your glory revealed
On that day

Songwriters: Matt Redman / Beth Redman / Leonard Jarman

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Restore Us Again – Paul Zach (Feat. Liz Vice)

Restore Us Again by Paul Zach, featuring Liz Vice.
Week by week we gather and experience our restoration.

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The Prodigal Son Suite by Keith Green

The Prodigal Son Suite makes me think of four things:
Brad, who used this song at Wynnum high school religious education classes in Brisbane;
Bec, who played and sang this for us one night in the Mordialloc church hall (with the framed print brought from my home for the occasion);
Chris, who is a big Keith Green fan (an understatement); and
God’s grace.

“My son was lost, oh thank you God he’s found,
My son was dead and he’s now alive,
Prepare a feast for my son’s alive,
My son was dead,
My son was lost,
My son’s returned in the hands of God.”

The song is not the reason I own the framed print, though.
That’s Henri Nouwen’s fault.

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Where Can I Go by Liz Vice

Where Can I Go, from Liz Vice’s album Save Me.

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Pachelbel’s Canon Played On Rubber Chicken

Even those long-suffering string players whose lives are plagued by Pachelbel’s Canon should derive some amusement from this rendition played on the rubber chicken.
The video goes for two minutes, and it’s worth staying through to the end.

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Be Ye Glad – Sunday Songs

A rendition of Be Ye Glad by Buddy Greene.
A wonderful day of worship and fellowship with God’s people.
Glad indeed.

The lyrics:
In these days of confused situations.
In these nights of a restless remorse,
When the heart and the soul of the nation,
lay wounded and cold as a corpse.
From the grave of the innocent Adam,
comes a song bringing joy to the sad.
Oh your cry has been heard and the ransom,
has been paid up in full, Be Ye Glad.
Oh, Be Ye Glad, Be Ye Glad,
Every debt that you ever had
Has been paid up in full by the grace of the Lord,
Be Ye Glad, Be Ye Glad, Be Ye Glad.
From the dungeon a rumor is stirring.
You have heard it again and again.
But this time the cell keys are turning,
and outside there are faces of friends.
And though your body lay weary from wasting,
and your eyes show the sorrow they’ve had.
Oh the love that your heart is now tasting
has opened the gate, Be Ye Glad.
So be like lights on the rim of the water,
giving hope in a storm sea of night.
Be a refuge amidst the slaughter,
for these fugitives in their flight.
For you are timeless and part of a puzzle.
You are winsome and young as a lad.
And there is no disease or no struggle,
that can pull you from God, Be Ye Glad.

Words and Music by M.K.Blanchard
© Gotz Music/Benson

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In Feast Or Fallow – Sunday Songs

Sandra McCracken’s In Feast Or Fallow is a modern hymn that seems to resonate with a lot of circumstances that people I know are going through.
Here’s an acoustic version by Sandra.

The lyrics:
When the fields are dry, and the winter is long
Blessed are the meek, the hungry, the poor
When my soul is downcast, and my voice has no song
For mercy, for comfort, I wait on the Lord
In the harvest feast or the fallow ground,
My certain hope is in Jesus found
My lot, my cup, my portion sure
Whatever comes, we shall endure
Whatever comes, we shall endure
On a cross of wood, His blood was outpoured
He Rose from the ground, like a bird to the sky
Bringing peace to our violence, and crushing death’s door
Our Maker incarnate, our God who provides.
O come, Emmanuel
Come, o come, Emmanuel
Verse 3:
When the earth beneath me crumbles and quakes
Not a sparrow falls, nor a hair from my head
Without His hand to guide me, my shield and my strength
In joy or in sorrow, in life or in death

Words and Music by Sandra McCracken