Category: worship

In simple, suffering love – Easter Vigil

In simple, suffering love

a man looks down, on all the world

  as empathetic tears drench cheeks that child-like,

  once had filled with laughter.

 

The shadows lengthen,

heighten the beam’s intersection,

as muscles, taut with strain crack, as a whip,

and feel the course of pain.

 

Finished? Is it finished?

But still the thunder grumbles

and lightning slashes dark and cloud.

     A drift of rain disperses yet a diminishing crowd.

© Andrew Pratt 2024

Resurrection Hymn – Here on the crest of the wave of creation

Here on the crest of the wave of creation

Here on the crest of the wave of creation,
roaring and rolling beyond time and place;
God is transforming through quiet resurrection,
challenging hopelessness, offering grace.
	
Now we will follow the steps that will lead us
on through the horrors and hatred of life,
on through the angst ridden pain of bereavement,
on through the cross to the ending of strife.
	
Here at faith's edge where our peace is beginning,
God soaring free through our chaos and pain,
here is the meaning of loving and living,
here is the place of our rising again.

Andrew Pratt (born 1948)
Words © 2008 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England copyright@stainer.co.uk .
Please include any reproduction for local church use on your CCL
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Metre: 11 10 11 10
Tune: EPIPHANY HYMN

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Good Friday Hymn – Mid laughter and derision

Good Friday - Mid laughter and derision

      Mid laughter and derision,        
with mocking, mournful cry, 
see evil's quiet corruption, 
as people wander by. 
All dignity is fading, 
and life will ebb away, 
the Christ is hung on Friday, 
the powers have had their say. 
	
The women still stand watching, 
the men in fear have gone, 
the sky is cut with darkness, 
the sun will not shine on. 
In childlike resignation 
the Christ gives up his last,
indignity is finished, 
his suffering is past.
	
A soldier still stands silent, 
then falling to his knees, 
in quiet acclamation, 
adores the Christ he sees.
While Mary leaves unnoticed, 
a broken, crippled soul, 
the shadows hide her anguish, 
her grief will take control.
	
We sing the story sadly, 
we act the story well,
but now we leave forgetting
the truths it has to tell. 
God give us sense to grapple 
with powers that would defame
the Christ in one another, 
the hope we long to name.

Andrew Pratt (born 1948)
Words © 2010 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England copyright@stainer.co.uk .
Please include any reproduction for local church use on your CCL
Licence returns. All wider and any commercial use requires prior
application to Stainer & Bell Ltd
Metre:7 6 7 6 7 6 7 6
Tune: THORNBURY

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