I wrote some new lyrics to add to the old folk tune "All My Trials" for church service at Tyler SDA church. The congregation provide backup vocals on the chorus. You can hear them back there adding body to the chorus. I'm not a great singer, but the first special music I ever did in church was this song at the Weslaco SDA Church and I was terrified. I kinda wanted to do a better job on this one at least once.
Thursday, June 27, 2013
All My Trials - My Version
I wrote some new lyrics to add to the old folk tune "All My Trials" for church service at Tyler SDA church. The congregation provide backup vocals on the chorus. You can hear them back there adding body to the chorus. I'm not a great singer, but the first special music I ever did in church was this song at the Weslaco SDA Church and I was terrified. I kinda wanted to do a better job on this one at least once.
Monday, June 10, 2013
The Letter of the Law
An Abecedarian by Tom King
(c) 2012
-
At the
- Beginning
- Cold fangs and teeth
- Death the punishment
- Every sin's consequence.
- Fight or flight should you rebel
- Gods of stone arose, whose priests claimed
- Heavy-handed blood sacrifices
- Incantations, homage to holy men
- Jibber, mutter and perpetuate a fraud
- Kings privilege upheld by crude ritual.
- Laws of love, forgotten since creation could set free.
- Men and women bound, with chains of stone and gold and silver.
- None remembering the law each carries writ upon the soul.
- On every heart formed in every womb that bore a son or daughter.
- Proof enough, the signature of the Law Giver waiting love's waking
- Quickened at the mountain, carved first in stone, then in blood and bone and sinew,
- Risen again a living law, every man, woman and child the law breathing.
- Still and small transforming from the inside out and not with brute force from outside in.
- The law from which springs life and peace and hope was always there, waiting patiently for us
- Until we found it, or it found us , transformed us, not into what it wanted us to be but
- Verily into what we are without the baggage of the laws meant to oppress and enslave.
- We are servants of a law that sets us free, that we may be beautiful, kind, patient, wise and good.
- X-ing out the laws that bind us in the darkness, restoring the indwelling law we know already.
- Yet still we are creation's children, though for a time we had forgotten the blessings of the ancient law.
- Ziggurats, temples, pyramids, blood altars, steles and graven stone, the corpses of old lies by love defeated.
Monday, June 3, 2013
Press Conference
Press Conference
Alone, twisting in the wind
Silent, nothing left to say
Silent, nothing left to say
I do not know this place
I cannot hear the music
Frustrated, I search for a chord
No longer playable.
Rejoicing, sounds of it drift this way
Celebration, at my downfall evidently.
I helped bring this about
I stood shoulder to shoulder
Gloating, they rob me of something
I freely gave them.
Impending, it hangs dark in the air.
Threatening, punishment for something I did not do.
I think my father's thoughts
"People are no damned……"
I push them away the thoughts
Which are not mine but his, but though
Depressing, I know they're sometimes true.by Tom King (c) 2009
Friday, May 31, 2013
Wind
"Wind"
An Acrostic by Tom King
Will I with courage face the
closing of the day?
In wrapping up my life will I be
done?
No, I expect to leave unfinished
business here
Don't grieve for I will have fought
my war and won.
© 2012
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Sheila, Laughing-Eyed
Sheila,
laughing-eyed
sparkles about the room
tugging, pulling snapping
sliding silkily into her clothes
immensely pleased with us
sparkles about the room
tugging, pulling snapping
sliding silkily into her clothes
immensely pleased with us
Sheila, laughing-eyed,
sparkles up and down
the little
world we live in
now
patting her swollen tummy;
now stealing a kiss as she passes
now stealing a kiss as she passes
Sheila,
laughing eyed, full of love
bubbling over………..
bubbling over………..
© 1974, 2013 by Tom King
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Dizzy
I used to
like to stand on stumps
Pretending all
around the muck and mire
Of Earth lay
a thousand feet below me and
Had left me
standing all alone upon a spire.
It made me
dizzy.
I used to
like to sit up in a tree
And watch
the pretty girls go swinging by.
Like birds aware
of watchers in the foliage,
A flip of
hair, a glance up and on they fly.
They made me
dizzy.
I touched
her hand – a brief electric moment
During which, God
smacked me hard upside my head.
"This is the
one who’ll wrap your heart up and take it home.
Take care
of her, she’s mine,” was what He said.
She still
makes me dizzy.
© 2013
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