I Come to Him
I come to him like the blind and lame; Seeking his mercy to quiet my pain.
I come to him like the blind and lame; Seeking his mercy to quiet my pain.
A piano accompaniment written to fit Hymn # 301 in the LDS Hymnbook.
My 2006 Christmas Card Carol.
This whimsical little piece is an upbeat, rather breathless setting of the words of Francis of Assisi, with a few additions of my own.
This song weaves Isaiah’s well-loved verse into a modern lyric.
Tune thou my song to tell thy glory; My every anthem to adore thee; Thus as thy witness will I stand; Lord, make me an instrument in thy hand.
Make a list of all the things mothers do and you’ll run out of paper. These lyrics are based on the singable list, but the less poetic list, for which I am also grateful, is hovering there in the background.
“The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork.”
“For the Beauty of the Earth” set to the melody “Scarborough Fair,” for Solo or SSAATTBB, both with violin obbligato.
Words by Henry F. Lyte (adapted); Melody by William H Monk (adapted); Arranged by Sally DeFord
“And he took them up in his arms, put his hands upon them, and blessed them.”
Every loving, selfless thing my mother did for me was an unspoken prayer on my behalf.
My 1997 Christmas Card Carol.
Jesus was born in an obscure town in a small land, without earthly fanfare. Quietly. And so the emphasis of this Christmas song rests on the word “quietly.”
It *is* possible to make home a bit of heaven. It happened to our family once, for about ten minutes back in 1992.