Sophia

From You To You (Prelude)

Morning Has Broken by E. Farjeon

morning has broken, like the first morning
blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
praise for the singing, praise for the morning
praise for them springing fresh from the world

sweet the rains new fall, sunlit from heaven
like the first dewfall, on the first grass
praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
sprung in completeness where his feet pass

mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
born of the one light, eden saw play
praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day

Ringing Home

used to feel you, like a drug
in needles, pipes, and cuts
left undone, barrel of my gun
when you aren't there I make you up

one of billions, still I doubt
and I get you, when I'm out

don't you hate the sun
don't you hear a sound
don't you have a song
don't you hope for long

would you see me, and know what I've done
my thoughts, my ways, my tongue
anxious, lust, paid for, loved
you're beside, behind, in front

still I ask, for the dark
and I scream, over songs

Psalm 23

the Lord is my shepherd I shall not want
he makes me to lie down in pastures green
he leads to still waters restores my soul
he guides me in right paths on towards the goal
for his name's sake

even though I walk through the valley of shadow of death
I will fear no evil for though art with me Lord
yes though art with me Lord
your rod and staff they comfort me
you prepare a feast before me
in the very presence of the ones who'd like to see my life undone

you anoint my head with your oil of love
and my cup there's too much it overflows
this mercy and such goodness will follow me
and I will feast upon your presence Lord for all my days

Psalm 139

O LORD, you have searched me
  and you know me.

You know when I sit and when I rise;
  you perceive my thoughts from afar.

You discern my going out and my lying down;
  you are familiar with all my ways.

Before a word is on my tongue
  you know it completely, O LORD.

You hem me in—behind and before;
  you have laid your hand upon me.

Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
  too lofty for me to attain.

Where can I go from your Spirit?
  Where can I flee from your presence?

If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
  if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.

If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
  if I settle on the far side of the sea,

even there your hand will guide me,
  your right hand will hold me fast.

If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me
  and the light become night around me,"

even the darkness will not be dark to you;
  the night will shine like the day,
  for darkness is as light to you.

For you created my inmost being;
  you knit me together in my mother's womb.

I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
  your works are wonderful,
  I know that full well.

My frame was not hidden from you
  when I was made in the secret place.
  When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,

your eyes saw my unformed body.
  All the days ordained for me
  were written in your book
  before one of them came to be.

How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
  How vast is the sum of them!

Were I to count them,
  they would outnumber the grains of sand.
  When I awake,
  I am still with you.

If only you would slay the wicked, O God!
  Away from me, you bloodthirsty men!

They speak of you with evil intent;
  your adversaries misuse your name.

Do I not hate those who hate you, O LORD,
  and abhor those who rise up against you?

I have nothing but hatred for them;
  I count them my enemies.

Search me, O God, and know my heart;
  test me and know my anxious thoughts.

See if there is any offensive way in me,
  and lead me in the way everlasting.

Lesson & Response

make a sound
numbers, ethics, complexity
is life a lesson
is life a response

why did you leave such room for doubt why did you let such drama out

precious are all your thoughts of me
love is the drama of new beauty

make a sound
please make a sound

Taken

long before anyone saw us, we were seen by you
long before anyone heard us, we were listened to
long before anyone spoke to us, we were spoken to
by the voice of eternal love, an everlasting love

a love that existed from all eternity
a love that existed from all eternity
a love that existed from all eternity
and will last through all eternity

I am the chosen child of God, precious in God's eyes
I am the chosen child of God, precious in God's eyes

called the beloved from all eternity
called the beloved from all eternity
called the beloved from all eternity
and held safe in an everlasting embrace

For The Beauty Of The Earth by C. Kocher & F. Pierpoint

for the beauty of the earth
for the glory of the skies
for the love which from our birth
over and around us lies

Lord of all, to thee we raise
this our hymn of grateful praise

for the joy of ear and eye
for the heart and mind's delight
for the mystic harmony
linking sense to sound and sight

Lord of all, to thee we raise
this our hymn of grateful praise

for the joy of human love
brother, sister, parent, child,
friends on earth and friends above,
for all gentle thoughts and mild

Lord of all, to thee we raise
this our hymn of grateful praise

for thy church, that evermore
lifteth holy hands above
offering up on every shore
her pure sacrifice of love

Lord of all, to thee we raise
this our hymn of grateful praise

From You To You

I can't believe that you'd willingly make me free
just look at what I've done, and thought, and spoke, and sung
you see, there's nothing you don't know
all the content's of my house, are written on my door

when nothing's ever hidden, I'm quick to flee the light
the darkness feels much safer, tonight

but where can I go, where you won't follow
my every jailbreak, from you to you
your heavens above me, the depths below
your thoughts about me, when I was unformed

when nothing's ever hidden, I'm quick to flee the light
the darkness feels much safer, tonight
the fear that first befell me, when I all I am is known
is lifting to reveal all the wonders of your words

Quartet For The End Of Time (8th movement) by O. Messiaen