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Once a prophet pictured Israel
Once a prophet pictured Israel
by Andrew Pratt
Once a prophet pictured Israel Once a prophet pictured Israel, like a vineyard, overgrown, no more fruitful, judged and broken, left to ruin, overthrown. In the tone hear disappointment in the prophet’s call and cry, seeing bloodshed wound his nation, justice now a living lie. Ve
Over mountains, through the valleys
Over mountains, through the valleys
by Andrew Pratt
Over mountains, through the valleys let the voice of God be heard, singing, crying in a language often vivid or absurd. God translate your message for us, so that we might understand all your heights of grace and glory, as we worship hand in hand. Verses 3-4 follow Tune: CROSS OF
Times and Seasons - A century passes, memories will fade
Times and Seasons - A century passes, memories will fade
by Andrew Pratt
A century passes, memories will fade; war’s sun goes down, sharp pain is hid in shade. Yet still we pray for peace, as those men prayed; we will remember them. [we will remember, we will remember.] Ten times ten thousand fell amid that rage. What is the gain we measure from that
Are we naked stark and child like
Are we naked stark and child like
by Andrew Pratt
Sixth Sunday after Epiphany Year A 1 Corinthians 3: 1 - 9 Hymn: Are we naked, stark and child-like Are we naked, stark and child-like, needing milk, while seeking meat, young disciples lacking knowledge, not yet weaned, not yet complete... Andrew Pratt (born 1948) Words © Stain
As boats can carve a way through waves
As boats can carve a way through waves
by Andrew Pratt
Epiphany 3 year A Matthew 4: 12 – 23 Hymn; As boats can carve a way through waves As boats can carve a way through waves, so Jesus surged through lives. The challenge that he offered then, disrupts and yet revives... Andrew Pratt (born 1948) Words © Stainer & Bell Ltd, London,
Churning waves unsettled Peter
Churning waves unsettled Peter
by Andrew Pratt
Hymn: Churning waves unsettled Peter Proper 14 year A Matthew 14: 22 - 33 Churning waves unsettled Peter, startled, he was sinking fast, he'd been walking on the water, seemed this moment could not last. Jesus reached a hand to save him, lifted him above the swell. Fainting faith
Flawed and fickle priests and people
Flawed and fickle priests and people
by Andrew Pratt
Flawed and fickle priests and people - hymn Third Sunday after Pentecost Matthew 11: 16-19, 25-30 Flawed and fickle priests and people, like young children playing games, running, squabbling, teasing, laughing, calling one another names. But the children's understanding Jesus t
God makes a mockery of death
God makes a mockery of death
by Andrew Pratt
Hymn: God makes a mockery of death Sixth Sunday of Easter 1 Peter 3: 13 – 22 God makes a mockery of death, the Spirit is consistent, an Advocate will keep our part, in this Christ is insistent. We are not orphans, will not be beyond God's loving Spirit. And all that Christ has be
God looks beyond our sad facade
God looks beyond our sad facade
by Andrew Pratt
Hymn - God looks beyond our sad facade The call of David Fourth Sunday in Lent 1 Samuel 16: 1 – 13 God looks beyond our sad facade, God sees within each heart; our human judgments pale before the brightness of God's art. The ones that we would wish to choose, to elevate and prais
God shakes and rattles hopes and dreams
God shakes and rattles hopes and dreams
by Andrew Pratt
God shakes and rattles hopes and dreams Fifth Sunday in Lent Ezekiel 37: 1-14 God shakes and rattles hopes and dreams, confounds our plans, destroys our schemes; the bones of faith seem dry and bare, and is God found? And is God there? The desert scene is hot and still, our deser
He taught in puns and riddles
He taught in puns and riddles
by Andrew Pratt
Hymn: He taught in puns and riddles Fourth Sunday of Easter Year A John 10: 1-10 He taught in puns and riddles, in pictures wrung from words, of gates and fields and shepherds, of fish and flowers and herds. These parables are potent, ingrained with hope and grace, infused with l
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