Shine!

[lomarah]

Shine by the Maccabeats
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QfieP6H47lc

I love this!! Brings tears to my eyes every time. They are singing about Chanukah but also, to a bigger extent, the Light!! Love it!!

Lyrics:

I see a light, reflection refraction;
Is it nothing more than a chemical reaction;
It flickers and grows, nobody knows;
How much we feel how quickly it goes;
Turn off the dark and vanquish the night;
Show the whole world for eight days at twilight;
Then and now they fought and we fight;
Fight for the right to live by our own light;

Let me see the light;
Give me something to live by;
Let me see the light;
I need something to live by;

Help me see myself in my reflection;
Shine tonight;
Let me shed the light in each direction;
Shining bright;
I wanna see the light;

A million times the speed of sound;
Fast enough to go around;
the world that we live in, so much cold and strife;
One little light to warm another life;
Fill the darkest night with the brightest light;
Cause its time for you to shine;
A little dedication, a small illumination;
Just one person to change a whole nation;

Let me see the light;
Give me something to live by;
Let me see the light;
I need something to live by;
Help me see myself in my reflection;
Shine tonight;
Let me shed the light in all directions;
Shining bright;
I wanna see the light;

Is this spark that we sing of anything;
Hiding somewhere in between everything;
Let the colors burn in a brilliant burst;
Like a shooting star falling to the earth;

Help me see myself in my reflection;
Shine tonight;
Let me shed the light in each direction;
Shining bright

[Molly]

She'd dream of paradise, paradise.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1G4isv_Fylg

[lomarah]

Ohmygosh those elephants HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

[Molly]

So, I look for Sheila's songs now.  She said when you see--how did you say it Sheila?  How we would know by the signs in the songs that God was pouring his Spirit out on all flesh.  Tell me again.  Is such a thing possible?  Maybe that is when the shine--even if just a little bit-- will come on all men.



Oh Belle, The Barr Brothers
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bCkqSZo723Q

[Molly]

"A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that 1,100 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

Three minutes went by, and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace, and stopped for a few seconds, and then hurried up to meet his schedule.

A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping, and continued to walk.

A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.

The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried, but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally, the mother pushed hard, and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.

In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money, but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the most talented musicians in the world. He had just played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, on a violin worth $3.5 million dollars.

Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.

This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste, and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?

One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?"


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UM21gPmkDpI

[ded2daworld]

Cynical me was surprised nobody mugged him for the violin to take to a pawnshop

[lomarah]

So, I look for Sheila's songs now.  She said when you see--how did you say it Sheila?  How we would know by the signs in the songs that God was pouring his Spirit out on all flesh.  Tell me again.  Is such a thing possible?  Maybe that is when the shine--even if just a little bit-- will come on all men.



Oh Belle, The Barr Brothers
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bCkqSZo723Q

Yeah I do too Molly. :) I think she said when we see deep spiritual truths in them.

[eaglesway]

Beautiful Dream

I had a dream
A beautiful dream
Clouds evrywhere
Flying though the air
All of you where there
Flowers in your hair
Smiling

Everyone is in my beautiful dream
Golden rivers
Wonderful fields of green
Children dancing and chasing butterflies
Launghing underneath
An endless summer sky,
Endless summer sky

I had a dream
A beautiful dream
Every heart was filled
No blood was spilled
All of you were there
Flowers in your hair
Smiling

Everyone is in my beautiful dream
Golden rivers
Wonderful fields of green
Rainbows shing
Colors everywhere
Not one left behind
Everyone is there,
Everyone is there

I had a dream
It was a beautiful dream

Wrote this last night :o) Coming soon to a subway near you ;o)

[seekfirst]

Beautiful Dream

I had a dream
A beautiful dream
Clouds evrywhere
Flying though the air
All of you where there
Flowers in your hair
Smiling

Everyone is in my beautiful dream
Golden rivers
Wonderful fields of green
Children dancing and chasing butterflies
Launghing underneath
An endless summer sky,
Endless summer sky

I had a dream
A beautiful dream
Every heart was filled
No blood was spilled
All of you were there
Flowers in your hair
Smiling

Everyone is in my beautiful dream
Golden rivers
Wonderful fields of green
Rainbows shing
Colors everywhere
Not one left behind
Everyone is there,
Everyone is there

I had a dream
It was a beautiful dream

Wrote this last night :o) Coming soon to a subway near you ;o)

Thanks, yet another song/hymn for my HIM Folder and this time by eaglesway!!!

Please consider coming soon to an open range (The Big Hole Valley, Pioneer Mountains area of Montana)  ... Currently I live in Minnesota... but I lived in a small college town (1969-1975) about 20 miles from The Big Hole Valley and I dream about riding the open range in Montana...

[seekfirst]

Cynical me was surprised nobody mugged him for the violin to take to a pawnshop

Cynical??  me, I'm a coveter and upon seeing the violin, I would have immediately begun scheming on how I could get my hands (legally???) on that beautiful musical instrument.  My musical talents consist mostly in appreciating beautiful wooden instruments  ...

[lomarah]

Eaglesway that was beautiful.  :HeartThrob:

[sheila]

Lovely song EW..it is my vision that I live by[My people perish without a vision]  It IS YOUR HEAVENLY

  FATHER'S DREAM THAT HE WILL MAKE COME TRUE...a song with HIGH SPIRITUAL TRUTH!!

      Look for it!!   High Spiritual truth in everyday people..lest ye not see the good when it comes!!

[lomarah]

Maybe some day God will reach down and turn on a sequence and we'll all light up like Christmas trees.

I loved that!! I could so see that happening!!

[Molly]

You may be an ambassador to England or France
You may like to gamble, you might like to dance
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world
You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls.

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
It may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

Might be a rock'n' roll adict prancing on the stage
Might have money and drugs at your commands, women in a cage
You may be a business man or some high degree thief
They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief.

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a state trooper, you might be an young turk
You may be the head of some big TV network
You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame
You may be living in another country under another name.

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a construction worker working on a home
You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome
You might own guns and you might even own tanks
You might be somebody's landlord you might even own banks.

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride
You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side
You may be working in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair
You may be somebody's mistress, may be somebody's heir.

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk
Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk
You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread
You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed.

But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
It may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.

You may call me Terry, you may call me Jimmy
You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy
You may call me R.J., you may call me Ray
You may call me anything but no matter what you say.

You're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You're gonna have to serve somebody,
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you're gonna have to serve somebody.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=roGcPxEvYAw

[eaglesway]

Link to "Beautiful Dream"

https://soundcloud.com/eaglesway/beautiful-dream

[Deena]

EW, I loved you poem/song. I had a similar dream/vision/imaginative experience. I saw a large expanse of tall grass, like an endless field, and there were children running, tumbling through it laughing. I was there too with the complete feeling of liberty and joy, but the best part was as we were running and playing, Jesus was there. I remember looking to my left and seeing Him with the biggest smile, a smile so big that I could see all His white teeth. He was beautiful. The thing that struck me most was His joy at watching us. His smile was so big. The scene is difficult to describe in words. He was so beautiful and He was rejoicing over us. I don't have many experiences like this so I don't know what to make of it, but it blessed me beyond words.

[lomarah]

That's beautiful Deena.  :HeartThrob:

[eaglesway]

In the kingdom of God, all the children will rejoice, ad all will be as children in joy, in love, and in freedom :o)

[lomarah]

I've been wondering somethng lately... is our soul a child? I feel like inside (the soul?) much of the world are still wounded children. Just been pondering that lately.

[Deena]

Interesting question, Lo. My mom (passed on at 57) used to tell me that as she got older, she still felt young inside. As I get older, I think I know what she meant. Perhaps this is a manifestation of the real self apart from this flesh that betrays us. The flesh returns to the ground from which it came, but the spirit to Him who gave it. To be resurrected with the liberty and joy of a child would be amazing, but like CS Lewis's Narnia, there still may be work to do. Oh, the wonder of it all. Like Lewis's mouseketeer Reapacheep (spelling?) I long to be in Aslan territory. Come quickly Jesus.

[lomarah]

Hehe did you notice my avatar is Aslan? Every time I look at that picture I just want to grab that lion and hug it so tight and nuzzle my face into his mane.  :mblush:

[Molly]

I love your new avatar!

There's another one with a lamb lying down inside the picture of the lion.

I like that one, even better.

[lomarah]

That was the one I had tried to get first! But for some reason I couldn't get it to work. It's ok though, I love this one. :)

[eaglesway]

Interesting question, Lo. My mom (passed on at 57) used to tell me that as she got older, she still felt young inside. As I get older, I think I know what she meant. Perhaps this is a manifestation of the real self apart from this flesh that betrays us. The flesh returns to the ground from which it came, but the spirit to Him who gave it. To be resurrected with the liberty and joy of a child would be amazing, but like CS Lewis's Narnia, there still may be work to do. Oh, the wonder of it all. Like Lewis's mouseketeer Reapacheep (spelling?) I long to be in Aslan territory. Come quickly Jesus.

I remember, upon reading the chronicles of Narnia for the first time, especially the episode where Aslan died, and then was brought back to life, being so caught up in the atmosphere and the spirit of that land :o)

I was a young child then, living in an atheistic household, years and many sorrows away from the glorious freedom of the love of Jesus Christ, the Lion of Judah :o)

[Deena]

Do you feel this way, too? That your heart will break if you do not see Him soon?