Concert for the Resurrection

"I am with you always, even unto the end of the world."

Yet the enchainment of past and future
Woven in the weakness of the changing body,
Protects mankind from heaven and damnation
Which flesh cannot endure.

Time past and time future
Allow but a little consciousness.
To be conscious is not to be in time
But only in time can the moment in the rose-garden,
The moment in the arbour where the rain beat,
The moment in the draughty church at smokefall
Be remembered; involved with past and future.
Only through time time is conquered.

I did my best, it wasn't much.
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch.
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you.
And even though
It all went wrong,
I'll stand before the Lord of Song,
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Have you come here for forgiveness?
Have you come to raise the dead?
Have you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head?

Well, in that great gettin up morning
(fare ye well,fare ye well)
Let me tell ya bout the comin of judgement
(fare ye well,fare ye well)

May God bless and keep you always.
May your wishes all come true.
May you always do for others.
And let others do for you.
May you build a ladder to the stars,
And climb on every rung.
May you stay forever young

Dilegua, o notte!
Tramontate, stelle!
Tramontate, stelle!
All'alba vincerò!
vincerò, vincerò!

[Vanish, o night!
Set, stars! Set, stars!
At dawn, I will win!
I will win! I will win!]

Here I am once again
I'm in need of resurrection.
Only You can take this empty shell
and raise it from the dead.
What I've lost to the world what
seems far beyond redemption.
You can take the pieces in Your hand
and make me whole again, again.

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.

And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always—
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.

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Posted by Vanderleun at March 23, 2008 12:10 AM | TrackBack
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