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<poem> | |||
1.It was a season for a soul to wait, | |||
to welcome darkness lie the buried corn, | |||
to sit with Mary through her labor pain, | |||
exulting in the moment God was born. | |||
2. We stood with shepherds in the grassy field | |||
and tossed our twigs on their communal fire, | |||
exchanging stories as the midnight moon | |||
itself was lit by an angelic choir. | |||
3. There was the journey through the distant hills, | |||
a rhythmic, mesmerizing camel ride, | |||
the star we learned to see through lidded eyes, | |||
our joy in kneeling by a baby's side. | |||
4. How soon he grows into a force himself, | |||
a voice for Wisdom calling, Come and see | |||
the present practice of the reign of God, | |||
the daily wonders of Epiphany. | |||
</poem> | |||
From ''Songs for the Cycle'' ©2004 by Michael Hudson.<br> | |||
Church Publishing Incorporated. All rights reserved. Used by permission | |||
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Revision as of 17:48, 26 December 2014
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CPDL #33863:
- Editor: Thurlow Weed (submitted 2014-12-26). Score information: Letter, 1 page, 22 kB Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: It was a season for the soul to wait
Composer: Thurlow Weed
Lyricist: Michael Hudson
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn, Epiphan Meter: 10 10. 10 10
Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard
Published: 2014
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
1.It was a season for a soul to wait,
to welcome darkness lie the buried corn,
to sit with Mary through her labor pain,
exulting in the moment God was born.
2. We stood with shepherds in the grassy field
and tossed our twigs on their communal fire,
exchanging stories as the midnight moon
itself was lit by an angelic choir.
3. There was the journey through the distant hills,
a rhythmic, mesmerizing camel ride,
the star we learned to see through lidded eyes,
our joy in kneeling by a baby's side.
4. How soon he grows into a force himself,
a voice for Wisdom calling, Come and see
the present practice of the reign of God,
the daily wonders of Epiphany.
From Songs for the Cycle ©2004 by Michael Hudson.
Church Publishing Incorporated. All rights reserved. Used by permission