Showing posts with label 5. REALIZATION. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 5. REALIZATION. Show all posts

Sunday, July 18, 2010

LYRICS: Your Great Design (An Artist's Prayer)

Came back to revising and refining this song tonight, first begun in '08. These things sometimes take time to find a clearer direction. Or maybe it's the writer who first has to find a clearer direction.

Your Great Design
(An Artist's Prayer)
words and music by Kay Pere

My heart is a parchment. My hand holds a quill
I dip this pen, quiverin', afraid the ink might spill, ...the ink might spill.
I long to draw you to me, Great Mystery within.
Move my hands, move my heart, guide this pen, ...guide my pen.

Though I try to sketch the future, only Your hand turns the page.
You erase the stains and smudges of my past mistakes.
So I ask, please, grant the wisdom to know where to draw the line.
And provide a clearer vision of Your Great Design.

The pattern of Your stillness rests upon my open book.
A still life of Your Spirit shines wherever I might look, ...if I just look.
Great Artist, who arranged the stars and fashioned each small flower,
My hands and heart are Yours to move in the quiet of this hour, ...this quiet hour.

Though I try to sketch the future, only Your hand turns the page.
You erase the stains and smudges of my past mistakes.
So I ask, please, grant the wisdom to know where to draw the line.
And provide a clearer vision of Your Great Design.

Only You can grant the wisdom to know where to draw the line.
Only You provide a vision of Your Great Design.

©2010 Kay Pere ~ Effusive Muse Publishing

Friday, November 28, 2008

VIDEO: Me Singing "Time at the Table"


"Time at the Table"
Words and Music by Kay Pere and Bill Pere
Performed at the Shubert Theatre in New Haven, CT
Kay Pere with Bill Pere and the LUNCH Ensemble

Check back soon for lyrics.

:-), Kay

Friday, July 18, 2008

QUOTES: Done with Great Things

"I am done with great things and big things, great institutions and big success, and I am for those tiny invisible molecular moral forces that work from individual to individual, creeping through the crannies of the world like so many rootlets, or like the capillary oozing of water, yet which if you give them time, will rend the hardest monuments of man's pride."

~ William James