(God-Wrestler)

Lark Ascending
by: George Meredith

He rises and begins to round,
He drops the silver chain of sound,
Of many links without a break,
In chirrup, whistle, slur and shake,
All intervolved and spreading wide,
Like water-dimples down a tide
Where ripple ripple overcurls
And eddy into eddy whirls;
A press of hurried notes that run
So fleet they scarce are more than one,
Yet changeingly the trills repeat
And linger ringing while they fleet,
Sweet to the quick o' the ear, and dear
To her beyond the handmaid ear,
Who sits beside our inner springs,
Too often dry for this he brings,
Which seems the very jet of earth
At sight of sun, her music's mirth,
As up he wings the spiral stair,
A song of light, and pierces air
With fountain ardour, fountain play,
To reach the shining tops of day,
And drink in everything discerned
An ecstasy to music turned,
Impelled by what his happy bill
Disperses; drinking, showering still,
Unthinking save that he may give
His voice the outlet, there to live
Renewed in endless notes of glee,
So thirsty of his voice is he,
For all to hear and all to know
That he is joy, awake, aglow;
The tumult of the heart to hear
Through pureness filtered crystal-clear,
And know the pleasure sprinkled bright
By simple singing of delight;
Shrill, irreflective, unrestrained,
Rapt, ringing, on the jet sustained
Without a break, without a fall,
Sweet-silvery, sheer lyrical,
Perennial, quavering up the chord
Like myriad dews of sunny sward
That trembling into fulness shine,
And sparkle dropping argentine;
Such wooing as the ear receives
From zephyr caught in choric leaves
Of aspens when their chattering net
Is flushed to white with shivers wet;
And such the water-spirit's chime
On mountain heights in morning's prime,
Too freshly sweet to seem excess,
Too animate to need a stress;
But wider over many heads
The starry voice ascending spreads,
Awakening, as it waxes thin,
The best in us to him akin;
And every face to watch him raised,
Puts on the light of children praised;
So rich our human pleasure ripes
When sweetness on sincereness pipes,
Though nought be promised from the seas,
But only a soft-ruffling breeze
Sweep glittering on a still content,
Serenity in ravishment
For singing till his heaven fills,
'Tis love of earth that he instils,
And ever winging up and up,
Our valley is his golden cup,
And he the wine which overflows
To lift us with him as he goes:
The woods and brooks, the sheep and kine,
He is, the hills, the human line,
The meadows green, the fallows brown,
The dreams of labour in the town;
He sings the sap, the quickened veins;
The wedding song of sun and rains
He is, the dance of children, thanks
Of sowers, shout of primrose-banks,
And eye of violets while they breathe;
All these the circling song will wreathe,
And you shall hear the herb and tree,
The better heart of men shall see,
Shall feel celestially, as long
As you crave nothing save the song.
Was never voice of ours could say
Our inmost in the sweetest way,
Like yonder voice aloft, and link
All hearers in the song they drink.
Our wisdom speaks from failing blood,
Our passion is too full in flood,
We want the key of his wild note
Of truthful in a tuneful throat;
The song seraphically free
Of taint of personality,
So pure that it salutes the suns
The voice of one for millions,
In whom the millions rejoice
For giving their one spirit voice.
Yet men have we, whom we revere,
Now names, and men still housing here,
Whose lives, by many a battle-dint
Defaced, and grinding wheels on flint,
Yield substance, though they sing not, sweet
For song our highest heaven to greet:
Whom heavenly singing gives us new,
Enspheres them brilliant in our blue,
From firmest base to farthest leap,
Because their love of Earth is deep,
And they are warriors in accord
With life to serve, and, pass reward,
So touching purest and so heard
In the brain's reflex of yon bird:
Wherefore their soul in me, or mine,
Through self-forgetfulness divine,
In them, that song aloft maintains,
To fill the sky and thrill the plains
With showerings drawn from human stores,
As he to silence nearer soars,
Extends the world at wings and dome,
More spacious making more our home,
Till lost on his aerial rings
In light, and then the fancy sings.

B-Wack, the drummer for David Crowder Band, was very innovative with mowing his lawn.

So lately I have been listening to lots of music as I work on remodeling my Grandpa's bathroom. A few of them have been stuck in my head and I keep listening to them over and over.

Here is the first one

David Crowder*Band
album: All I Can Say
Song: The Color Song

From golden fields
To oceans blue
From green mountain meadows
I'll think of You

From rolling hills
With misty moon
From roaring rivers
I'll think of You

And everywhere you remind me
That You are and
You were and
You will
Always be our God

Yeah.. thats nice!

Last night DavidCrowder*Band showed up in Cincinnati. They were here on their Remedy Tour for their new album "The Remedy." They brought the house down in typical Crowder fashion completely rocking Bogarts into a wonderful masterpiece of pure worship. This by far has been my favorite Crowder concert. I have seen him now four times in various settings. I think I enjoyed this one so much because their new album is absolutely wonderful and I got to go with a great group of people.

Bogarts was packed to capacity at this sold out concert, and i'm sure that this crowd was completely different than the crowds they are used to. We were all there to worship God with the best worship band ever. Crowder brought out his new guitar. Which is a guitar hero guitar that they modified to use as a real instrument. He brought back the keytar and they used megaphones to sing one of their songs. Talk about using whatever you can to worship God. It was awesome.

Crowder's new album is focussed on proclaiming the Remedy of Jesus Christ and encouraging us as Christians to be the remedy for others. During the concert Crowder said this, "If we lived like we sing, this world would be a different place." How true is that. If we lived everyday as an act of worshiping God how different would this world be. If we lived everyday with as much passion as we sing LA LALA LAA how insanely better would this world be to live in.

This isn't a new idea though, this is a concept that God has already given us.
Romans 12:1
Therefore, I urge you, brothers, in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God—this is your spiritual[a] act of worship.
God has already told us to go and live our lives in worship of him. Why is this so hard for us to do?

Let's start today, let's go into our communities and be the remedy. Let us go and be the light of Jesus for others.

BE REMEDY

Thats right the long awaited new studio release from the David Crowder*Band is here. The Remedy is guaranteed to bring a smile to your face and God into your heart. All I can say is go check it out.

DavidCrowderBand.com

Here is one of my all time favorite Crowder songs. I love this
song because it is very simple but the way it's played is complex.
Well i guess almost all of Crowder's songs are like that.

This song to me, relates back to the verse in Lamentations where
Jeremiah says as for me my portion is the lord. I feel that way also
and because of that i feel like that I must wait for the Lord. That i
must wait for the lord to move. This song covers that, it covers my
surrender to the Lord, and it relates to the mercy that i ask for.
Overall this song to me is how i offer myself, my all to worship in God.

David Crowder*Band
All I Can Say
Cry Mercy

I will wait
I will wait for Your peace
I will wait
I will wait and You comfort me

I lift my head
I lift my heart, my soul
I lift my hands
I give myself, my life my all

And I cry mercy
A cry of freedom to be heard
And I cry mercy
A cry of freedom from this world

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Now playing: David Crowder Band - Cry Mercy
via FoxyTunes

I find there music to be inspiring and a perfect expression of my views for worshiping God.
There music seems to be just right for what ever mood i'm in and helps me direct myself
towards focusing myself on Christ and involving him in all I do. So based on how my summer
went, ( i bet some of you may be like what was so bad about your summer, well i'll post about that some other day), i found this song to be inspiring. Much like the post i made earlier about psalm 77 it comes down to all I can do is hope in You, God, My Father, My Savior. Hope in You completes me more than anything else i could ever Hope in.
So here is the song, if you have never heard this song, you should check it out sometime.

David Crowder*Band
Album: Can You Hear Us?
Song: My Hope

Here I am again
In this raging sea
On my knees again
Deep calls to deep
I feel I'm drowning
My arms are
Just too tired to swim
I feel I'm sinking
On my knees again
In the roar of Your waterfall
In the storm of You
May You find me holding on
May You find me true

Chorus:
And I put my hope
And I put my trust
And I put myself in You
In You, Lord [2x]

Bridge:
Wash me clean
Set me free
Hold me close
And cover me


(Chorus)



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Now playing: David Crowder Band - My Hope
via FoxyTunes  

That's right Ladies and Gentlemen, Crowder's new CD release is almost here.
September 25th

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