Spuratic Blogging

So apparently I'm incapable of blogging regularly ehhe! I guess I sometimes wonder what to blog about. I don't know if there is anything spectacular going on. I have started doing the occasional special in church. I LOVE singing. I spend a good chunk of my day singing. My daughter calls the hymnal a bible and now brings it to me open to a random page begging me to "sing song?" Its been really wonderful to be singing praises to my God about just what a wonderful change he has done in my life! I'm never nervous either, I used to get nervous when I'd sing in my parents' church as a kid/teen but now whenever I'm sitting there waiting to go up I'm just praying that God will bless my singing and that His light can shine through me! I'm just so lucky that God gave me a voice to sing with and a new heart to sing about! I'm looking for the sheet music for a particular hymn "The Holy City" Creepy as it may sound my dad asked me a LONG time ago (back when I was a teen I'm pretty sure) to sing this song for him at his funeral. Not that I'm expecting his funeral any time soon but I think I'd like to find the music and sing it a few times so that I get it sunk in really well, I can't imagine how hard it will be to sing at my father's funeral but I'm not really going to spend any time thinking about it. Anyways, I'm going to get it rehearsed and then sing it in church and invite him!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dif2lKHOIQA

The Holy City

Last night I lay asleeping
There came a dream so fair,
I stood in old Jerusalem
Beside the temple there
I heard the children singing
And ever as they sang,
Methought the voice of Angels
From Heaven in answer rang
"Jerusalem, Jerusalem!
Lift up you gates and sing,
Hosanna in the highest.
Hosanna to your King!"

And then methought my dream was chang'd
The streets no longer rang
Hush'd were the glad Hosannas
The little children sang
The sun grew dark with mystery,
The morn was cold and chill
As the shadow of a cross arose
Upon a lonely hill
"Jerusalem, Jerusalem!
Hark! How the Angels sing,
Hosanna in the highest,
Hosanna to your King!"

And once again the scene was chang'd
New earth there seem'd to be,
I saw the Holy City
Beside the tideless sea
The light of god was on its streets
The gates were open wide,
And all who would might enter
And no one was denied.
No need of moon or stars by night,
Or sun to shine by day,
It was the new Jerusalem
That would not pass away
"Jerusalem! Jerusalem
Sing for the night is o'er
Hosanna in the highest
Hosanna for evermore!"