Hymn, by Brooke Frasier

If to distant lands I scatterIf I sail to farthest seasWould You find and firm and gather‘Til I only dwell in Thee?
If I flee from greenest pasturesWould You leave to look for me?Forfeit glory to come after‘Til I only dwell in Thee
If my heart has one ambitionIf my soul one goal to seekThis my solitary vision‘Til I only dwell in TheeThat I only dwell in Thee‘Til I only dwell in Thee

from Shadowfeet, by Brooke Frasier

There's distraction buzzing in my head

saying in the shadows it's easier to stay

but I've heard rumours of true reality

whispers of a well-lit way

on God, by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

(This one makes me wish Mozart had fleshed out his thoughts a bit.) 


God is ever before my eyes. I realize His omnipotence and I fear His anger; but I also recognize His love, His compassion, and His tenderness towards His creatures.

from Daily Readings in the ABCs of Faith, by Frederick Buechner

Glory is to God what style is to an artist. A painting by Vermeer, a sonnet by Donne, a Mozart aria -- each is so rich with the style of the one who made it that to the connoisseur it couldn't have been made by anybody else, and the effect is staggering. The style of an artist brings you as close to the sound of his voice and the light in his eye as it is possible to get this side of actually shaking hands with him.