A song I wrote a few years ago
Let Your Kingdom Come
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R.I.P. Julian Bream
Julian Bream was one of the most brilliant guitarists of the 20th Century.
I saw him live in Cardiff in the 70’s. Seeing him in person was even more engaging and enjoyable than this beautiful performance:
From the BBC:
Classical guitarist and lute player Julian Bream has died at his home in Wiltshire at the age of 87.
The virtuoso musician performed globally during his heyday, and was renowned for his recordings of new compositions and masterclasses.
He won four Grammy Awards and received 20 nominations between 1960 and 85.
A self-taught musician, Bream learned playing to radio dance bands with the lute his father bought from a sailor on London’s Charing Cross Road in 1947.
As a child prodigy, his early recitals led to him being “acknowledged as one of the most remarkable artists of the post-war era”, according to the Royal Academy of Music.
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Great and Mighty King
A song I wrote a few years ago that will appear in St. Hilda’s online worship on Sunday.
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O Risen Lord
Lily of the Valley
Another little song I wrote. Just to prove you can put a 13th chord in a worship song.
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God is Love
A song I wrote a few years ago. An antidote to “All you need is love”:
The words:
Love is patient, love is kind; love forgives time after time.
Never proud or envious,
forgetting wrongs, love always trusts.
Chorus
For God is love, who took our sin
Upon a cross of pain so grim.
A gift of love so great and pure:
To live in Love for evermoreLove is constant, love always hopes; slow to anger, love never boasts.
Greatest gift of the Father’s heart, fulfilled one day, now seen in part.Love must guide us on our way, as we love those we meet each day.
Loving Him who first loved us; forgiving all as he forgives.
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What love is this
Another song I wrote for Lent:
Here are the words:
To come from glory to this world of sin and suffering;
To die upon the cross of shame, to give your life for me:
Oh what love is this whose power can hold
the planets in their course.
Oh what love is this that’s strong enough
to break upon the cross.
What love is this, oh what love.To live a life of sacrifice, a King without your crown;
To be punished by the world
that through your word was born:
Oh what love is this whose agony will put an end to pain.
Oh what love is this whose blood pours out
in suffering for our gain.
What love is this, oh what love.To know the end before your birth, still you chose to come;
Divinity to live as man: the Father’s only Son.
Oh what love is this that’s overcome the tyranny of sin.
Oh what love is this that broke death’s bonds
to free you the third day.
What love is this, oh what love.
© 2003 David Jenkins
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Make music not contagion
Sing Praises to the Father, a strange little worship song I wrote a few years ago
And The Love of God, a children’s poem written by Bob Blackburn, a dear departed friend (age 100) that I set to music:
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Create in me a clean heart
A song I wrote for Lent a few years back and, since I couldn’t play it in church this morning, it’s here instead.
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What Love is this
A song I wrote for Lent, recorded at our Sunday service today:
What Love is this
To come from glory to this world of sin and suffering;
To die upon the cross of shame, to give your life for me:
Oh what love is this whose power can hold the planets in their course.
Oh what love is this that’s strong enough to break upon the cross.
What love is this, oh what love.
To live a life of sacrifice, a King without your crown;
To be punished by the world that through your word was born:
Oh what love is this whose agony will put an end to pain.
Oh what love is this whose blood pours out in suffering for our gain.
What love is this, oh what love.
To know the end before your birth, still you chose to come;
Divinity to live as man: the Father’s only Son.
Oh what love is this that’s overcome the tyranny of sin.
Oh what love is this that broke death’s bonds to free you the third day.
What love is this, oh what love.