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9.24.2009

All the Trees of the Field Will Clap Their Hands

If I am alive this time next year,
Will I have arrived in time to share?
Mine is about as good this far,
I'm still applied to what You are

And I am joining all my thoughts to You
And I'm preparing every part for You.

I heard from the trees a great parade
And I heard from the hills a band was made.
Will I be invited to the sound?
Will I be a part of what You've made?

And I am throwing all my thoughts away,
And I'm destroying every bet I've made.
And I am joining all my thoughts to You,
And I'm preparing every part for You.

(Sufjan Stevens)

9.21.2009

Ich habe genug

It is enough.
My only comfort is that Jesus is mine, and that I shall be His.
I hold him in faith, and already see with Simeon the bliss of the life beyond.
Let us go with him.
Ah! if only my departure were at hand, I would joyfully say to the world:
It is enough.

Slumber now, weary eyes, gently close in blessed peace.
World, I will tarry here no more, for thou impartest to me nothing of benefit to my soul.
Here I find only misery, but there, there I shall behold sweet peace, quiet rest.


(From J.S. Bach's Cantata BWV 51, Jauchzet Gott in allen Landen)