The Worlds no stage where we are acting
The Worlds no stage where we are acting
by Andrew Pratt
The world’s no stage where we are acting to show how good we think we are; this is no place to call attention, or seek acclaim from near or far. Our prayers are worthless, void and empty when uttered for the crowd’s applause, much more of worth are silent actions, compassion show
We turn the tables on our friends
We turn the tables on our friends
by Andrew Pratt
We turn the tables on our friends, the ones we love the most, when others point or criticise, we press our case and boast. The garden story that we hear still lives in us today, the blame still passes down the line, there is no other way. Verses 3-4 follow Tune: BROTHER JAMES AIR
Sometimes our grasp of life is frail
Sometimes our grasp of life is frail
by Andrew Pratt
Hymn: Sometimes our grasp of life is frail Fourth Sunday after Pentecost Psalm 119: 105-112 Sometimes our grasp of life is frail, yet through it all love will prevail. We feel that every step is cursed, believing things can not get worse. In spite of all, we keep our faith, hel
Sometimes, O God, our weariness
Sometimes, O God, our weariness
by Andrew Pratt
Sometimes, O God, our weariness and pressure on our time can undermine our prayerfulness, our thoughts of the divine. We thirst and long to know your love, to hear your present voice, that in this void, this emptiness, we might, again rejoice. Verse 3 follows Tune: BELMONT Metre:
Surprising God you come in peace
Surprising God you come in peace
by Andrew Pratt
Surprising God you come in peace, in answer to our prayer, when all is lost, when friends are gone, we find that you are there. Verses 2-3 follow Tune: WILTSHIRE Metre: CM Andrew Pratt (born 1948) Words © 21/3/2013 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England, www.stainer.co.uk. Please
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