Far Side Banks fo Jordan

I love it when my Uncle Dave & Aunt Heather sing this song – and Johnny & June did an okay version too ;).  We sang it this past weekend before my Grandpa was buried – I wasn’t able to sing much, but it was very meaningful.  Grandma had requested it.  After 72 years married what would these words mean?  I don’t know.

I believe my steps are growing wearier each day
Still I’ve got a journey on my mind
Lures of this old world have ceased to make me wanna stay
And my one regret is leaving you behind.

And I’ll be waiting on the far side banks of Jordan
I’ll be waiting drawing pictures in the sand
And when I see you coming I will rise up with the shout
And come running through he shallow waters reaching for your hand.

Through this life we’ve labored hard to earn our meager fare
It’s brought us trembling hands and failing eyes
I’ll just rest here on this shore and turn my eyes away
Until you come then we’ll see paradise.


If it proves to be his will that I am first to go
And somehow I’ll be feeling it will be
When it comes your times to travel like wise don’t feel lost
For I will be the first one that you’ll see.

Classic Lyric: Long Line of Love

I guess this one isn’t all that old so it might be pushing it to call it a classic, and I guess it’s more country than folk – but the categories are all mixed up anyway right? I’ve always liked it, and since I’m thinking lots about my grandparents and the big anniversary celebration (70 years) this summer, here it is.

A LONG LINE OF LOVE
Bought a beautiful diamond ring,
Offered it to the sweetest thing, I know,
And she said she would take it!
Started making some wedding plans,
She looked at me and she took my hand, and said,
Are you sure we can make it?

I said, MY granddad’s still in love with my grandma, I said,
My dad still thinks my mom’s the sweetest things, he ever saw
I come from a long line of love,
When the times get hard, we don’t give up.
Forever’s in my heart and in my blood,
You see, I come from a long line of love.

Years went by and we had a son.
Now he thinks that he’s found someone, for him,
And they’re planning a wedding.
He called me up on the phone today,
Just to see what I had to say, to him,
Did I think he was ready …

I said what his grandfather used to say to me,
It’s been handed down for ages,
It runs in the family
You come from a long line of love
When things get hard, we don’t give up.
Forever’s in my heart and in my blood,
Son, you come from a long line of love.
We come from a long line of love.

Classic Lyric: A cappella

This song brings memories back of a time in my life when much of the music I was involved in, and all the music in my church experience was “a cappella” or “without instrumental accompaniment”. I remember “Sonshine” (a singing group) performing this song year after year throughout my childhood and it was definitely one of my favorites. This song seemed to me to be a bit of an Anthem for those of us in the cofc… especially the line “like we know all Christians should/We don’t need any type of guitar or an instrument to use”. Like if you played an instrument with your music you were a little less talented or godly. There was definitely a shade of arrogance behind this idea I think (speaking for myself certainly), and it was one of the points I heard put forth in the argument for acappella music in church. I don’t think many thought of it as a real strong part of the argument, but it did make me feel a bit better. Having said that, I’m not really trying to start up a big discussion on the issue and if you read this and are in a different spot than me, I understand and don’t think that’s a bad spot to be.
This was a very catchy tune that is tied to great memories for me, and I do still love the sound of four part harmony and acappella singing… but it is nice to be in a place where this is not an issue anymore. Interesting to note the different lyrics for the version recorded by the Nylons(the verse at the end), I have no idea which one is the original, but it’s funny to think of Sonshine singing the “boogey to the neighbourhood” section.

There’s a light that’s from the window
And it shines down on the street
There’s some guys standing on the corner
Making that good old harmony

And now there’s a light that’s from the window
And it’s sent to the street court symphony
Let ’em sing let ’em shout
Cause they’re singing that good old harmony

Chorus:
Singing it soul to soul
Brother to brother
A cappella
Well it sounds good to me
Singing it soul to soul
Brother to brother
A cappella
Well it sounds good to me

And now I turn out the light
Say goodnight to another day
I’m gonna rest my weary head
In my long-awaited bed

I’m gonna get on my knees and pray
Ask the Lord to give me just one more day
Oh Lord, hear my plea
This music just sounds so good to me

You know we’re singing for the Lord
And now we’re feeling mighty good
Giving praise to God the Father
Like we know all Christians should

We don’t need any type of guitar
Or an instrument to use
Oh it sounds good to me
And I’m hoping it sounds good to you

Nylons Version:
I just want it understood
The boys brought boogey to the neighbourhood
And they’re standing under the light
Singing tonight

Singing that good old acappella
Sound that sounds so sweet
Light, let ’em sing
Makin’ that good old harmony

Classic Lyric: Crayon Box Song

Maybe it’s just my background of reading Louis L’amour and what happens when you call a guy “yellow”, but now that I look back at this song I find it a bit harsher then I remember. I understand the intention, but it’s that old guilt trip to evangelize thing again – and that just doesn’t work very well at all. Still a good song in my opinion though, and good memories.

The Crayon Box Song

When I was just a little child no higher than your knee,
My mother bought a box of crayons, just for me.
I picked them up and I opened them up and I looked way down inside,
And the colors there reminded me of Jesus when He died.

O…Red is the color of the blood that He shed,
Brown is for the crown of thorns they laid upon His head.
Blue is for royalty! Within Him did dwell;
And yellow is for the Christian who’s afraid to tell.

I colored and I colored ’til the crayons were all gone,
And though I am much older now, the mem’ry lingers on.
And when I see a little child with crayon box in hand,
I tell them what they mean to me and hope they’ll understand.

O…Red is the color of the blood that He shed,
Brown is for the crown of thorns they laid upon His head.
Blue is for royalty! Within Him did dwell;
And yellow is for the Christian who’s afraid to tell.

Afraid to tell of a Saviour who died on Calvary,
He died for lowly sinners just like you and me;
And someday soon He’s coming back to be our King,
And the colors of the crayon box we will sing!

O…Red is the color of the blood that He shed,
Brown is for the crown of thorns they laid upon His head.
Blue is for royalty! Within Him did dwell;
And yellow is for the Christian who’s afraid to tell.

So, don’t you be a Christian, who’s afraid to tell!

written by: William V. Mason

Classic Lyric: Grandfather’s Clock

Grandfather’s Clock
My grandfather’s clock was too tall for the shelf
So it stood ninety years on the floor
It was taller by half than the old man himself
But it weighed not a pennyweight more

It was bought on the morn on the day that he was born
It was always his treasure and pride
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died

Ninety years without slumbering
Tic toc tic toc
His life’s seconds numbering
Tic toc tic toc
It stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died.

In watching its pendulum swing to and fro
Many hours he had spent when a boy
And through childhood and manhood, the clock seemed to know
And to share both his grief and his joy

For it struck 24 when he entered at the door
With a blooming and beautiful bride,
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died

CHORUS

My grandfather said that of those he could hire
Not a servant so faithful he’d found,
For it kept perfect time and it had one desire
At the close of each day to be wound

At it kept to its place, not a frown upon its face
At its hands never hung by its side
But it stopped, short, never to go again
When the old man died

CHORUS

It rang an alarm in the still of the night,
An alarm that for years had been dumb
And we knew that his spirit was pluming for flight
That his hour of departure had come
Still the clock kept the time with a soft and muffled chime
As we silently stood by his side.
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.

Memory Lane: Sunday School songs

Lately I’ve had nostalgic memories of the Sunday School songs I sang as a child. For years as I was participating in Children’s Ministry regularly I sang lots of them regularly, but the last while I have not heard them. I have great memories of Richard K leading us kids in Kids Church or Wednesday nights – I hope my kids have similar experience, and hope their childhood songs aren’t just confined to “child like” versions of Hillsongs – not that these new fangled songs are bad, I just like the classics!

In no particular order, here’s a list of some favorites I remember – anyone else want to add your favorite?
1. Twelve Men Went To Spy On Canaan
2. Roll the gospel chariot along
3. Please don’t smoke (this song had huge ramifications for the gospel)
4. I’ve got the Victory
5. Deep & Wide
6. Away far over Jordan
7. I May Never March in the infantry
8. If you’re happy and you know it
9. My God Is So Big
10. Zaccheus was a wee little man

Classic Lyric #3: Give My Love To Nell

GIVE MY LOVE TO NELL
Three years ago when Jack and Joe
Started out across the foam
Each thought a fortune he would make
Before returning home.
In one short year Jack gained his wealth
And started aback that day.
And when the pals shook hands to part
Poor Joe could only say …

Give my love to Nellie, Jack,
And kiss her once for me.
The sweetest girl in all this world
I’m sure you’ll say ’tis she.
So, treat her kindly jack old pal
And tell her I am well.
His parting words were, “Don’t forget,
To give my love to Nell.”

Three years had passed when Joe at last
Became wealthy enough for life.
And starting home across the foam
To make sweet Nell his wife.
But when he learned that Jack and Nell
One year ago had wed
With sobs and threats he now regrets
That he had ever said …

They chanced to meet upon the street
Joe said, “You selfish pal!
The very next girl I learn to love
I’ll kiss her for myself.
But all is fair in love they say,
So since you’ve gone and wed,
I’ll not be angry with you pal,
So, once again he said …

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