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I'd rather have Jesus than silver or gold
I'd rather be His than have riches untold
I'd rather have Jesus than houses or lands
I'd rather be led by his nail-pierced hands

Than to be the king of a vast domain
And be held in sin's dread sway
I'd rather have Jesus than anything

Monet's Failing Eyes
By Jeff Johnson

The French painter, Claude Monet (1840 - 1926) at age 82 was forced to go through with a delicate cataract operation. In his subsequent reapprenticeship, he painted what he saw – an agglomeration of color, which would later be a source of inspiration to many abstract painters.

Looking at a window one can sometimes see his face,
But when he looks beyond it, he can see another place.
Similarly what we see can change in many things,

You say to us seek Your face
Our hearts reply, Your face we seek
And come teach us Lord, reveal Your ways
Anoint us for the greater things

We have gathered with one thirst and hunger
We’re here to drink of glory and wonder,
Here to cry out

Only Time
By Jeff Johnson with words* from "Crossing The Bar" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809 - 1892)

Its only time running like a river,
Running like a chalk-white horse across the hills.
Its only time keeping me from freedom,
Keeping me from sailing out across the sea.

Pilgrimage
By Jeff Johnson

Does not wisdom call,
And understanding lift up her voice?
On top of the heights beside the way,
Where the paths meet, she takes her stand ...
"O naive ones, discern prudence,

Remove The Mask
By Jeff Johnson

Till we show faces, we never will notice,
The hidden traces of glory within us.

Remove the mask that is hiding the beauty,
Begin the task of revealing the mystery.

SOLILOQUY

. . . There must have been a moment, at the beginning, where we could have said - no. But somehow we missed it.
– From Rosencrantz And Guildenstern Are Dead, Tom Stoppard

I go on and I don't know whether I'm going to shame or to light and joy. That's the trouble, for everything in the world is a riddle.
– From The Brothers Karamazov, Fedor Dostoevski

Stricken, smitten, and afflicted,
See Him dying on the tree!
’Tis the Christ by man rejected;
Yes, my soul, ’tis He, ’tis He!
’Tis the long expected prophet,
David’s Son, yet David’s Lord;
By his Son, God now has spoken,
’Tis a true and faithful Word.

The Moulin De La Galette
By Dave Meyer
After the painting by Pierre-Auguste Renoir (1841 - 1919)

Dancers sway as sunlight dances,
Across the faces of gay romancers,
It's the music of a Sunday in France,
At the Moulin de la Galette.

Windermere
By Jeff Johnson with words by John Keble (1792 - 1876)

Looking through the window,
Out upon the lake,
Windermere is trying to sleep,
But continues to awake.