The Erratic Muse: Background

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Background - Lecrea

For something very different...

....I know I miss my cues, know I forget my lines
I'm sticking to your script...

....So, just let me shadow you. And just let me trace your lines.
Matter fact just take my pen.
Here, you create my rhymes....

3 comments:

Miss Laurie of Old-Fashioned Charm said...: This is much different from the Shakespeare things you've been posting! I don't usually go in for this type of rapping music but this was very mild and words are so poignant! Also seeing Times Square in the background of the video brings back a lot of memories and makes the whole video so much more touching. Thanks so much for posting this! :)

~Miss Laurie
Old-Fashioned Charm; March 10, 2011 at 7:38 AM
annie p. said...: i really really love the words to this. thank you <3; March 10, 2011 at 1:30 PM
Susannah said...: I LOVE this. :); March 11, 2011 at 9:42 AM

Romans 5:1-5

Therefore, since we have been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ.

Through him we have also obtained access by faith into the grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God.

More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has given to us.

Rise Again, Ye Lion-Hearted

Rise again , ye lion-hearted, saints of early Christendom.
Whither is your strength departed, wither gone your martyrdom?
Lo, love’s light is on them, glory’s flame upon them
And their will to die doth quell, even the lord and prince of hell.

These the men by fear unshaken, facing danger dauntlessly;
These no witching lust hath taken, lust that lures to vanity.
Mid the roar and rattle of tumultuous battle
In desire they soar above all that earth would have them love.

Great of heart, they know not turning, honor, gold they laugh to scorn.
Quench desires within them burning, by no earthly passion torn.
Mid the lions’ roaring, songs of praise out poring,
Joyously they take their stand on the arena’s bloody sand.

Would to God that I might even, as the martyred saints of old,
With the helping hand of Heaven, steadfast stand in battle bold!
O my God, I pray thee, in the combat stay me.
Grant that I may ever be loyal, stanch, and true to Thee.

Rise again, ye lion-hearted, saints of modern Christendom
With lesser loves ye now be parted, Soldiers in His “age to come”
Lo, our Lord commands us, triumph’s promise is upon us
And our will to fight doth quell, even the lord and prince of hell

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Thursday, March 10, 2011

Background - Lecrea

3 comments: