Isaiah 53

¹ Who has believed our report?
And to whom has the arm of the LORD been revealed?
² For He shall grow up before Him as a tender plant,
And as a root out of dry ground.
He has no form or comeliness;
And when we see Him,
There is no beauty that we should desire Him.
³ He is despised and rejected by men,
A Man of sorrows and acquainted with grief.
And we hid, as it were, our faces from Him;
He was despised, and we did not esteem Him.
⁴ Surely He has borne our griefs
And carried our sorrows;
Yet we esteemed Him stricken,
Smitten by God, and afflicted.
⁵ But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,
And by His stripes we are healed.
⁶ All we like sheep have gone astray;
We have turned, every one, to his own way;
And the LORD has laid on Him the iniquity of us all.
⁷ He was oppressed and He was afflicted,
Yet He opened not His mouth;
He was led as a lamb to the slaughter,
And as a sheep before its shearers is silent,
So He opened not His mouth.
⁸ He was taken from prison and from judgment,
And who will declare His generation?
For He was cut off from the land of the living;
For the transgressions of My people He was stricken.
⁹ And they made His grave with the wicked—
But with the rich at His death,
Because He had done no violence,
Nor was any deceit in His mouth.
¹⁰ Yet it pleased the LORD to bruise Him;
He has put Him to grief.
When You make His soul an offering for sin,
He shall see His seed, He shall prolong His days,
And the pleasure of the LORD shall prosper in His hand.
¹¹ He shall see the labor of His soul, and be satisfied.
By His knowledge My righteous Servant shall justify many,
For He shall bear their iniquities.
¹² Therefore I will divide Him a portion with the great,
And He shall divide the spoil with the strong,
Because He poured out His soul unto death,
And He was numbered with the transgressors,
And He bore the sin of many,
And made intercession for the transgressors.

Southern Birthright

by Bobby Horton

There’s a birthright that each Southern boy inherits when he’s born
And he carries it forever till the day his mourners mourn
It’s not founded on old politics of race or slavery
Those who see no more than that care not for history

For our hearts are still with Jackson and our faith’s in General Lee
And we still can taste the sweetness of that one last victory
Though we’ll never ride with Forrest and we’ll never march with Bragg
We still love our Southern heroes and we love our Southern flag

It’s a way of life that ended and the way it died so hard
It’s the honor and the chivalry folks today most disregard
It’s the Ride Around McClellan and New Market’s young cadets
It’s Sam Watkins telling stories and Sam Davis’s regrets

And our hearts are still with Stuart and our faith’s in General Lee
And we still can taste the sweetness of that one last victory
No, we’ll never march with Johnston or be caught with General Bragg
We will love our Southern heroes and we love our Southern flag

It’s the dream of Pickett charging and never being stopped
It’s the thought of Stonewall Jackson never being shot
Though we never change America, she is as she should be
We can’t help to try once more to win that one last victory

For our hearts are still with Jackson and our faith’s in General Lee
And we still can taste the sweetness of that one last victory
No, we’ll never march with Cleburne or be stuck with General Bragg
We will love our Southern heroes and we love our Southern flag

For our hearts are still with Longstreet and our faith’s in General Lee
We still think we’re good enough to win that one last victory
I won’t let us march with Early or be wasted by old Bragg
But we’ll flaunt our Southern birthright and we’ll wave our Southern flag

"Peace"

By Rebecca St. James, Tedd T.

Alone in the valley
I cry for you
To fill me with your peace
So when the lightening strikes
The thunder roars around me
Still I live in peace
You ask that I

Be still and know you are God
Be still and know you are God

When the fires rage
When the storms surround me
Still I live in peace
Though the mountains fall
Crashing to the ocean
Still I live in peace
You ask that I

Be still and know you are God
Be still and know you are God
Be still and know you are God
Be still and know you are God

Lead me through the valley
lead me by the streams
Restore me and draw me to you, God
To you I lift my soul
To you who makes me whole
Gently you hold me close to you
Close to you

Be still and know you are God
Be still and know you are God
Be still and know you are God
Be still and know you are God

You're near me
You love me

You hold me
You reach me
You still me
You move me
You draw me to you, God
(repeat)

You are God!

"All Around Me"

Yesterday, mid-afternoon
My thoughts kept turning back to You
In my mind, You'd flood my head
With echoes of the things You said

Hey, I cannot explain
The thought of who You are
Makes me understand

If I see my world come tumbling down
If I feel my heart touching the ground
You're all around me
If everything starts to fade away
And all I can do is call Your name
You're all around me

Yesterday, mid-afternoon
My thoughts kept turning back to You
From the sky stretched into space
To the sunshine on my face

Hey, I cannot explain
I see You in it all
I hear You call my name

If I see my world come tumbling down
If I feel my heart touching the ground
You're all around me
If everything starts to fade away
And all I can do is call Your name
You're all around me
(repeat)

"The Old Man"

Songwriter: Frederick O'connor

The tears have all been shed now
We’ve said our last goodbyes
His souls been blessed
He’s laid to rest
Andit’s now I feel alone
He was moer than just a father
A teacher my best friend
He can still be heard
In the tunes we shared
When we play them on our own

Chorus
I never will forget him
For he made me "what I am"
Though he may be gone
Memories linger on
And I miss him, the old man

As a boy he’d take me walking
By mountain field and stream
And he showed me things
Not known to kings
And secret between him and me
Like the colours of the pheasant
As he rises in the dawn
And how to fish and make a wish
Beside the holly tree

I thought he’d live forever
He seemed so big and strong
But the minutes fly
And the years roll by
For a father and a son
And suddenly when it happened
There was so much left unsaid
No second chance
To tell him thanks
For everything he’s done

"Be Thou My Vision,"

Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art.
Thou my best Thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping, Thy presence my light.

Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word;
I ever with Thee and Thou with me, Lord;
Thou my great Father, I Thy true son;
Thou in me dwelling, and I with Thee one.

Be Thou my battle Shield, Sword for the fight;
Be Thou my Dignity, Thou my Delight;
Thou my soul’s Shelter, Thou my high Tower:
Raise Thou me heavenward, O Power of my power.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
Thou mine Inheritance, now and always:
Thou and Thou only, first in my heart,
High King of Heaven, my Treasure Thou art.

High King of Heaven, my victory won,
May I reach Heaven’s joys, O bright Heaven’s Sun!
Heart of my own heart, whatever befall,
Still be my Vision, O Ruler of all.

"Let's Go Fly A Kite"

From "Mary Poppins"

Music & Lyrics: Richard M. and Robert B. Sherman

Mr. Banks:
With tuppence for paper and strings
You can have your own set of wings
With your feet on the ground
You're a bird in a flight
With your fist holding tight
To the string of your kite

Oh, oh, oh!
Let's go fly a kite
Up to the highest height!
Let's go fly a kite and send it soaring
Up through the atmosphere
Up where the air is clear
Oh, let's go fly a kite!

Bert:
When you send it flyin' up there
All at once you're lighter than air
You can dance on the breeze
Over 'ouses and trees
With your first 'olding tight
To the string of your kite

Londoners:
Oh, oh, oh!
Let's go fly a kite
Up to the highest height!
Let's go fly a kite and send it soaring
Up through the atmosphere
Up where the air is clear
Let's go fly a kite!