1. Thank you, Mother Earth.
I can feel your support.
Thank you, Mother Earth.
I am safe and secure.
Thank you, Mother Earth.
I have all that I need.
Thank you, Mother Earth.
I live fully and free.
2. Thank you, Mother Earth.
In the calmness I rest.
Thank you, Mother Earth.
In my body I’m blessed.
Thank you, Mother Earth.
I am strong. I survive.
Thank you, Mother Earth.
I am gentle and I thrive.
3. Thank you, Mother Earth,
As I give you my care.
Thank you, Mother Earth.
I’m awake and aware.
Thank you, Mother Earth,
Though upon you I trod.
Thank you, Mother Earth,
Bless’d creation of God.
In the piles of junk, God waits. In the people so excited to find that special thing, those canning jars, fishing tackle, car parts, musical instruments, God stirs.
God breathes in those who know, “All right, it’s time. Time for this, that, this and that to go. It’s no use to me anymore. It’s junk but maybe someone else can use it.”
God is in the relief they feel when someone buys up their old stuff. God is in the coins and bills exchanged. God is in the joy of having money to save or spend, and having a clean basement, closet or garage.
God is in the people who go home ecstatic, the kids with their new old stuffed animals, The mothers with their purses and skirts, crock pots and someone else’s nana’s china. The bachelors with their motorcycle helmets and tool boxes. The fathers with their swing sets, slides, play houses, breathing a sigh of relief, “Thank God it’s in good condition!” Realizing they got a bargain and they’re grateful for it, even though they tell you only women are bargain hunters.
God is at the yard sale. Within the stereotypes, within the piles of junk, inside the bargain hunters, and right there guiding the people who decide what to sell. God is there. At the yard sale and beyond, before, and after.
So the next time you visit a yard sale, and you will, you know, remember: God is in the people passing on their things. God is in the things themselves, that like their former owners, are getting a clean slate today. And God is in you, yes, even at a yard sale.
Sing for the Sweet Sweet Beauty of Love,
Sing as the Lark’s Song Rising Above,
Sing in the Night when the Shadows Roar,
Sing in the Daytide’s Streaming colour,
Sing when Hate and Vice Hammer Down,
Sing when No one Else is Around,
Sing for the Sweet Sweet Beauty of Love,
Sing in Gentle Grace like the Mourning Dove,
Sing in Passion with Fire’s Ablaze,
Sing Endlessly, O Sing for Days!
Sing in Joy when the Heart is Sad,
Sing in Laughter when You cannot be Glad,
Sing Sing for the Sweet Sweet Beauty of Love,
Sing when there is Nothing at all to Sing Of!
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Nadia Strelkina
Another song written over 10 years ago that expresses more truth than I realized at the time. Listen to the songs on the radio today. And think back to songs you heard and/or enjoyed as a child or teenager. What do they all have in common? They tell the story of society’s values–or lack thereof–and paint a general picture of human consciousness.
For example, think about what, if anything, today’s songs say about the following:
Love relationships?
Money?
Health?
Stress?
Birth, life, and death?
Relaxation–or not!
When songs speak of these things, it’s usually in a negative way:
I lost my love and now he/she has to pay.
I’m broke. (The end i.e. therefore I am nothing)
I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired. But I can’t do anything about it so I’ll just complain…
I’m stressed, so I’ll escape into something else (drugs, alcohol, sex, shopping, even reading or watching movies. Oh, and coffee, anyone?)
Birth: Kids are expensive, another mouth to feed. And for women especially, pain, sacrifice, and a perceived loss of identity.
Life: What’s the point? I’m lost. Don’t know where to go but I want to return to where I’ve been. Living in the past, “The good ol’ days…” I.e. we don’t live in the present moment, even in our music!
Death: I want to die–in one breath. This world is not my home–but not said in a positive way. And yet, where will I go after death? And what about all my stuff?
Relax? Me? But what will I do then?
In short, songs are just as focused on negativity as, well, everything else we produce! And why is that? Because above all, we have a negative state of mind, heart, being, and personal identity.
Listen to even a few popular songs, and you’ll probably discover the same thing.
And so: I charge myself and fellow songwriters to picture something better: a spiritually whole, mentally sound, emotionally strong, and physically healthy person, and to hold this vision for every person. Holding this vision is why I’m a spiritually-oriented songwriter, and for this I give thanks!
And for everyone who listens to music, as most of us do, please, listen consciously! And start choosing music that lifts you up, instead of validating negativity.
1. In today’s society
Of fun, things and propriety,
The music tells a lot, you know,
Of when we come and where we go.
For all time, through many things,
The music tells the way it is.
2. In the 1920’s, too,
The people questioned what was true.
The music told of fun and dress,
Of things found out, and questions asked.
For all time, through many things,
The music tells the way it is.
3. Back when the whites owned the blacks
And stood whipping their tired backs,
The slave songs told of God’s great Peace,
For they knew they would leave this place.
For all time, through many things,
The music tells the way it is.
Search the Depths of your Heart for Love
Seeking in your Spirit for Life;
Challenge the Everyday Clutter and Chaos
That Tries to O’rewhelm you with Strife.
Ask for the Presence of Kindness
To Shine in your Smile Each Day;
Yearn for Compassion to Linger
When indifference tries to steal you away.
Desire Peace to Abide in your breast,
Long for Patience to Remain,
Walk in Joy when the sun shines,
And Smile when Life turns to Rain.
In this way you will Shimmer
And Glow with the Light from Within,
Drawing others to that Sweet Charity;
Come, Bend your Knee, and Begin.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Image found at: thefellowship.info
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