Andrew Pratt
Poem: Held in the cleft of the cold, dark rock
Poem: Held in the cleft of the cold, dark rock
by Andrew Pratt
Poem: Held in the cleft of the cold, dark rock Held in the cleft of the cold, dark rock, the summit of human fear, pursued to the end of his life's reserves, the hunters were drawing near. God was remote, Elijah quaked, protection was hard to find, the One he had heard and sought…
What a scandal, such forgiveness
What a scandal, such forgiveness
by Andrew Pratt
What a scandal, such forgiveness, no repentance, just a show, this anointing seems so wasteful, who is she? And does he know? All conventions disconnected, does he know how this will look? See that Pharisee, affronted, all this seems outside his book. Verses 2-3 follow Tune: BETH…
We have no licence through our faith
We have no licence through our faith
by Andrew Pratt
We have no licence through our faith to carve a way of wrong, yet Christ has loved beyond the law, brought freedom to our song. In foolishness we build again the walls that Christ broke down, no human law is needed now for judgement wears no frown. Verses 3-5 Follow Tune: ABRIDGE…
Monologue/Reflection: Naboth’s vineyard and temptation
Monologue/Reflection: Naboth’s vineyard and temptation
by Andrew Pratt
Monologue/Reflection: Naboth’s vineyard and temptation Tempting when we want something. What the temptation is depends, I suppose, on what we’d like to get our hands on. For Ahab a vineyard was enough to make him happy, sufficient to accept the spoils of murder. Naboth dead, Jeze…
Beyond this world of doubt and desperation
Beyond this world of doubt and desperation
by Andrew Pratt
Beyond this world of doubt and desperation the seed of love was cast upon this earth, that all might know that love, before creation, had called all human life to come to birth. At first this love was seen through incarnation, God leaving trails of glory, holding grace, to come a…
In her hungry desperation
In her hungry desperation
by Andrew Pratt
In her hungry desperation, clothed around with loss and grief, one poor widow met a prophet coming to her for relief. Soon together they were sharing meagre rations that she brought, while her son was slowly dying, out of sight, not out of thought. Verses 2-3 follow Tune: BETHANY…
A twisting wind that wreaks such devastation
A twisting wind that wreaks such devastation
by Andrew Pratt
A twisting wind that wreaks such devastation, a town like matchwood torn and turned around; an act of God? Or nature's self destruction? Here people die, trees rooted from the ground. It seems there is no safety in this carnage. And where is God when random death walks in destro…
You seem remote; come close, come near
You seem remote; come close, come near
by Andrew Pratt
You seem remote; come close, come near, God, not afar but close at hand, when we're alone, afraid to pray, our God, you take us by the hand. We cannot see, we do not know, when You are active in this place, small hands, the unexpected glance, bring help, bring healing, bring Your…
How easy to distort the Jesus Spirit
How easy to distort the Jesus Spirit
by Andrew Pratt
How easy to distort the Jesus Spirit, to lose his ways in empty, so called, praise. We brush aside his life of liberation, commitment, just a hollow passing phase. Astonishment might greet the face we offer, purporting to portray the grace of Christ, our frowns sometimes betray t…
O what can we do when the God that we worship
O what can we do when the God that we worship
by Andrew Pratt
O what can we do when the God that we worship then fails to respond to each plea and each prayer? All Logic will say either, we are deluded, or God is just absent, our God is not there. Then is it the formula, words that we utter, that fail to arouse one that we would call God? T…
Constellations sang in silence
Constellations sang in silence
by Andrew Pratt
Constellations sang in silence, all the cosmos offered praise, long before this globe's existence spun to weave our nights and days. Here humanity was founded, seeking meaning, plumbing doubt, raising questions never answered, turning wisdom inside out. Verses 2-3 follow Metre: 8…
Wisdom: Word before creation
Wisdom: Word before creation
by Andrew Pratt
Wisdom: Word before creation, source and essence of our birth, ground of being, life's existence, energising all the earth; Verses 2-3 follow Metre: 8 7 8 7 Trochaic Tune: CROSS OF JESUS Andrew Pratt (born 1948) Words © 27/4/2013 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England, www.stainer…
Dialogue/Drama: Trinity
Dialogue/Drama: Trinity
by Andrew Pratt
Dialogue/Drama: Trinity (a piece for two voices) Male voice: They say things always come in threes, but so does my confusion. Or is this all illusion? They say that God is one, but that Jesus Christ his son is yet another one. A God that is. But twisting things still further, say…
Stunned by sudden revelation
Stunned by sudden revelation
by Andrew Pratt
Stunned by sudden revelation, God is near and God is real. Yet we keep our isolation, choosing who can join our meal. Verses 2-3 follow Metre: 8 7 8 7 Trochaic Tune: SERVANT SONG Andrew Pratt (born 1948) Words © 27/4/2013 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England, www.stainer.co.uk. …
The Spirit came that breathed across the waters
The Spirit came that breathed across the waters
by Andrew Pratt
The Spirit came that breathed across the waters, existent since the very dawn of time, the essence of the Word at once incarnate, providing sound to what was human mime; Like lightning unleashed within the cosmos, the unexpected flame of life set free, that alloys different langu…
Mother us, father us, parent all nations
Mother us, father us, parent all nations
by Andrew Pratt
Mother us, father us, parent all nations, carefully, lovingly, listen we pray. Knowing our poverty, sharing humanity, sisters and brothers, we follow your way. Verses 2-3 follow Tune: STEWARDSHIP Andrew Pratt (born 1948) Words © 23/4/2013 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England, ww…
Creation sings beyond our range
Creation sings beyond our range
by Andrew Pratt
Creation sings beyond our range the source of awe and wonder, melodic symphony of praise, in silence and through thunder. Verses 2-3 follow Tune: DOMINUS REGIT ME; ST COLUMBA (Irish) Metre: 8.7.8.7 Andrew Pratt (born 1948) Words © 23/4/2013 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England, …
Monologue: Tower of Babel