A Song for All Saints Day, 1st. November.

Not so long ago we had a visit to the UK by Pope Benedict XVI from the Vatican. Part of the purpose of his Holiness visiting the UK was to beatify Cardinal John Henry Newman (1801 – 1890) who, as many will know, converted from the Anglican Church to Roman Catholicism.

I read an article more recently which informed me that beatification is the moment at which the Church of Rome acknowledges that the beatified person has officially been allowed to enter Heaven. Apart from feeling a heaviness of heart that such an idea could exist, I then thought, what hope is there for anyone else, especially me?!

As if one doesn't have all the tests of Purgatory to go through first, before reaching the elevated state of beatification, according to the Roman Church, in order to actually become a Saint, two answers to prayers for miracles would have to be answered by praying to your deceased being. My, what a lot of politics that must involve in Heaven, even God's own intervention may have to be involved at some point. apart from Mary and Jesus being part of the process, or could they be bypassed in some way?

J.H. Newman hasn't been officially made a Saint yet by the Roman Catholic Church, because only one prayer for a miracle has been answered to date, the details of which I am not yet aware. In other words, he's reached the halfway stage of the process.

I was brought up to believe that any person who received Jesus into their life as their Lord and Savior became a Christian at that point and heir to eternal life. In John 1:12 we read "To all who did receive Him (Jesus), who believed in His name, He gave the right to become children of God." Further on, in John's Gospel, Chapter 11:25-26a we read "Jesus said, "I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me though he die, yet shall he live, and everyone who lives and believes in me shall never die." " Jesus then asks, "Do you believe this?" That is the question I would like to leave you to think about and seriously consider today, while you are still alive and able to do so.

I was also given to believe that when one becomes a Christian, Christian=Saint, which is a much easier concept to grasp than the super-structure put in place by the vain traditions of men which thankfully didn't exist in the early Church. Thus, when Paul wrote his letter to the Romans, which we find in the New Testament, in Romans 1:7, we see he addressed it "to all those in Rome who are loved by God and called to be saints," that is, all the Christian believers in Rome.

I can remember singing the following song at school, which underlines the fact that all those of us who believe that Jesus died on the cross to forgive us our sins and are called to follow Him, are saints. There is no hierarchy, we are just forgiven Christians, brothers and sisters, sons and daughters of the living God, serving together to uplift Jesus who is the answer to all our problems in today's broken world.

I Sing a Song of the Saints of God

I sing a song of the saints of God,
Patient and brave and true,
Who toiled and fought and lived and died
For the Lord they loved and knew,
And one was a doctor,
And one was a queen,
And one was a shepherdess on the green:
They were all of them saints of God--and I mean,
God helping, to be one too.

They loved their Lord so dear, so dear,
And his love made them strong;
And they followed the right, for Jesus' sake,
The whole of their good lives long.
And one was a soldier,
And one was a priest,
And one was slain by a fierce wild beast:
And there's not any reason--no, not the least,
Why I shouldn't be one too.

They lived not only in ages past,
There are hundreds of thousands still,
The world is bright with the joyous saints
Who love to do Jesus' will.
You can meet them in school, or
In lanes, or at sea,
In church, or in trains, or in shops, or at tea,
For the saints of God are just folk like me,
And I mean to be one too.

Should this hymn become our National Anthem?

"I Vow to thee, my country" is a hymn that I have had to accomany on the organ on many and varied occasions, including Remembrance services, funerals and even weddings and other civic ceremonies where there has been a mayor or local MP in attendance.

In my younger days I considered this hymn to be rather "over the top" in its patriotic fervour, but I have changed my attitude in the light of recent political developments. These include our pathetic European "partnership" and the gradual or not so subtle erosion of our Western culture and values in favour of a one-sided toleration to anyone or anything from another country or area of the world.

Gustav Holst Venus- a NASA view!

The tune to "I vow to thee, my country" is called Thaxted, named after the town where its composer, Gustav Holst (1874-1934), was a long term resident. The tune is actually adapted from "Venus, the Bringer of Peace" from "The Planets" Op. 32 which he wrote in 1915, and which has 7 movements, each named after one of the planets.

Thaxted Church

Another view of Thaxted

Here are the words to the hymn, in their entirety. It consists only of two verses.

I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above,

entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love:

the love that asks no question, the love that stands the test,

that lays upon the altar the dearest and the best;

the love that never falters, the love that pays the price,

the love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.

And there's another country I've heard of long ago,

most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;

we may not count her armies, we may not see her King;

her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;

and soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,

and her ways are ways of gentleness and all her paths are peace.

Cecil Spring-Rice, 1859-1918

Cecil Spring-Rice

Cecil Spring-Rice was the son of Hon. Thomas William Spring Rice, second son of the prominent Whig politician and former Chancellor of the Exchequer Thomas Spring Rice, 1st Baron Monteagle of Brandon. He was educated at Eton and Balliol College, Oxford.

He then became a diplomat, serving in Tehran, Cairo and St. Petersburg. Later on in his career he worked in Persia and Sweden, before becoming ambassador to the United States in 1912. After an abrupt recall (a one-line telegram), he died shortly afterwards in Ottawa, where he was buried in Beechwood Cemetery.

"I vow to thee, my country" is the only significant writing of his, being a revision of an earlier poem he wrote. The fact that he died in 1918 seems to indicate to me that the words are very much influenced by the brutality and horrors of World War 1 in which millions of lives were lost fighting over small parcels of ground in Europe.

The point that Cecil Spring-Rice seems to be posing in verse one of this hymn is that patriotism or love of our country entails being prepared to fight for its retention and future generations. True patriotism entails the service of our love, unquestioning loyalty, even though we recognize and take on board the many imperfections of our country. In the same way we love other people, we should love our country, if we are true patriots, with all its faults and errors, injustices and unfairness. This reflects the way in which God loves us, despite our faults, shortcomings and imperfections. God loves us just the way we are, even though the things we do wrong and the mistakes we make are abhorrent to Him. (He loves the sinner but hates sin, to use Biblical terms). He has made provision to deal with our sins by sending His Son Jesus to die as a sacrifice for sin, bring forgiveness to those who accept Jesus as their Saviour and Lord and giving them the assurance that they have eternal life.

Are you patriotic enough to make the final sacrifice, that is be ready to fight to the death for your country, which is referred to in the last line of verse 1? If not, are there other causes, for example, your Christian faith, for which you would be prepared to sacrifice your life.

Verse 2 of this wonderful hymn changes gear completely, as it speaks about heaven, contrasting it with the earthly country of which he is a patriot. When he starts off by saying "And there's another country I've heard of long ago", it suggests to me that he must have had a Christian upbringing, attended a church school or Sunday school or experienced any combination of these things, which would have been normal in England during the time in which he lived. We know very little about heaven even from reading the Bible, but in Revelation 21 we read from verse 3 that "God Himself will be with them as their God. He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning , nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away." No wonder this place is "most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know". The fact that we cannot count her armies I take to refer to all the Christians from previous generations and heavenly hosts and angelic servants already in the presence of God. All those who have faithful hearts and have suffered in God's purposes and for the sake of His name will be in heaven, enjoying His presence and worshipping and serving Him for ever.

People are to know Jesus Christ every day, across the world and being added "soul by soul" to His Kingdom. The last line reminds us that "her ways are ways of gentleness and all her paths are peace." This reminds us of the verse in Romans 14:17 where it says "The kingdom of God is not meat and drink but righteousness, peace and joy in the Holy Spirit.

In conclusion I would like to ask you two questions. Do you feel patriotic towards your own country, whether it is England or elsewhere in the world, and do you long to experience that other country of gentleness and peace where you can enjoy the presence of God and Jesus and worship and serve them for ever?

A Poem about the World's most important book

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Yesterday I came across a poem which appeared in the first Bible to ever be printed in Scotland, in 1576. I love some of the metaphors and similes which are used to describe this book, which to me has been a constant guide throughout life. I read from it every day and endeavour to read through it all in a year. I continue to try and model my life on the principles contained within it, but have to admit to being a failure in adhering 100% to its ideals.

Here is the poem, I hope you enjoy it as much or more than I do.

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Here is the spring where waters flow,

To quench our heart of sin:

Here is the tree where truth doth grow,

To lead our lives therein:

Here is the judge that stints the strife,When men's devices fail:

Here is the bread that feeds the life

That death cannot assail.

The tidings of salvation dear,

Comes to our ears from hence:

The fortress of our faith is here,

And shield of our defence.

Then be not like the swine that hath

A pearl at his desire,

And takes more pleasure from the trough

And wallowing in the mire.

Read not this book in any case,

But with a single eye:

Read not but first desire God's grace,

To understand thereby.

Pray still in faith with this respect,

To bear good fruit therein,

That knowledge may bring this effect,

To mortify your sin.

Then happy you shall be in all your life,

What so to you befalls:

Yes, double happy you shall be,

When God by death you calls.

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Although the end of this poem may seem to be rather morbid to our contemporary world-view, there was a time when many believed, as I do, (call me old-fashioned if you like), that Jesus conquered death when He died to take away our sins and bring all who believe in Him and His sacrifice to an eternal life in Heaven in His presence, to serve and worship Him. He has given me the assurance in my heart and mind that this is the great future that awaits me. There is nothing in this life that brings me greater hope than this. What or who do you believe in? What do you trust in, a successful career, a healthy bank balance, a hope in a nice legacy, a happy and comfortable retirement? Many of these things in the current situation are more than likely to prove to be false hopes, things which a mere 13 to 14 years ago were generally regarded as normal for a large proportion of the population in Europe and the USA! Now we can say we are blessed by God if we have a roof over our heads, can afford to remain warm in the Winter and have employment.

My advice to you is to take nothing for granted, recognize that life is more important than what we own, live in, drive or wear and to recognize that there is a spiritual dimension as well as a material one which is of much greater importance. No man can serve God and money. What choice have you or are you going to make in your life?

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Quotations

"This Book of the Law shall not depart from your mouth, but you shall meditate in it day and night, that you may observe to do according to all that is written in it. For then you will make your way prosperous, and then you will have good success." ~ Joshua 1:8

"Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path. ~ Psalm 119:105

Some thoughts on Remembrance Day

It may be a few days too late, but this is the time of year when we take a moment to remember those whose lives have been sacrificed in defending our liberty. When we see the political correctness and similar nonsense going on around us today, it does us good to be reminded that our forebears held free speech and freedom of political and religious opinions to be of paramount importance.

When we look at the fragile situation we now live in with Islam making a take over bid for all the freedom and democracy that we once held so fundamental to our lives particularly in Europe and the USA, people like Geert Wilders in the Netherlands show that they are willing to make a stand and warn us about the dangers of what we may lose. We may not agree with what he says 100%, but the writing is on the wall. He has had to sacrifice his freedom in order to stand up and state some truths which our politicians do not want to hear. He has to live in safe houses and be surrounded by police in huge numbers whenever he ventures out in public.

To our shame and my personal disgust, as British 'freedom' lovers, our previous socialist regime even banned him from coming to Britain last February to give a scheduled speech and presentation in the House of Lords! . On entering Britain he was held in a detention centre (which they don't even do to illegal immigrants!) and sent back to The Netherlands on the next flight. So much for free speech, but then I suppose it's not usually permissible under Communism.

Anyway, now I've unseated myself from my high horse, I want to feature a poem which many of you may have read, "In Flander's Fields" by John McCrae.

In Flanders Fields

by John McCrae, May 1915

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Inspiration for the poem — In Flanders Fields

During the Second Battle of Ypres a Canadian artillery officer, Lieutenant Alexis Helmer, was killed on 2 May, 1915 by an exploding shell. He was a friend of the Canadian military doctor Major John McCrae.

John was asked to conduct the burial service owing to the chaplain being called away on duty elsewhere. It is believed that later that evening John began the draft for his famous poem 'In Flanders Fields'.

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The second poem I want to feature is by Bob Dylan which has Christian lyrics, basically saying that we each have the choice in life to serve either God or the Devil. In these days of relativistic thinking, where our morals and ethics are seen in shades of grey, the lyrics of this song paint things in black and white, which is how the Ten Commandments and God's laws are presented in the Bible. This is not a very popular idea. Owing to the fallen nature of man we all fall short of God's standard, which is perfection, but there is forgiveness available through faith in Jesus and accepting His bearing the punishment for our sin (wrongdoing). In 1 John 1:9 it says "If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness."

Gotta Serve Somebody by Bob Dylan

You may be an ambassador to England or France
You may like to gamble, you might like to dance
You may be the heavyweight champion of the world
You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

You might be a rock ’n’ roll addict prancing on the stage
You might have drugs at your command, women in a cage
You may be a businessman or some high-degree thief
They may call you Doctor or they may call you Chief

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

You may be a state trooper, you might be a young Turk
You may be the head of some big TV network
You may be rich or poor, you may be blind or lame
You may be living in another country under another name

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

You may be a construction worker working on a home
You may be living in a mansion or you might live in a dome
You might own guns and you might even own tanks
You might be somebody’s landlord, you might even own banks

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

You may be a preacher with your spiritual pride
You may be a city councilman taking bribes on the side
You may be workin’ in a barbershop, you may know how to cut hair
You may be somebody’s mistress, may be somebody’s heir

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

Might like to wear cotton, might like to wear silk
Might like to drink whiskey, might like to drink milk
You might like to eat caviar, you might like to eat bread
You may be sleeping on the floor, sleeping in a king-sized bed

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord
But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

You may call me Terry, you may call me Timmy
You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy
You may call me R.J., you may call me Ray
You may call me anything but no matter what you say

You’re gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed
You’re gonna have to serve somebody
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord

But you’re gonna have to serve somebody

Some Bob Dylan images

Quotation

My quotation is the verse I cited earlier, which I would like you to think about in detail, whatever you may forget about the rest of this article.

"If we confess our sins, He (God) is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness." ~ 1 John 1:9

Some Poetry from the Book of Common Prayer

To many people today the Book of Common Prayer is unknown territory, especially with the advent of the Alternative Service Book (ASB) in 1980 and more recently the more open, modern and unwieldy Common Worship book.

I was brought up in a village community in Surrey where the only Primary school to attend was a Church of England school. In those dark ages (c.1960-1966) the school and village church were very much intertwined and we were taught the catechism where we had to state that our names were given to us by our God parents at our baptism. My father was quite upset about this, as we were Brethren and didn't practise 'infant baptism' as we would now call it. However, apart from this hiccough, we did learn some very beautiful prayers from the Book of Common Prayer.

In more recent times I have been involved in playing the organ for Morning Prayer in a local Anglican church where I was once again reminded of the beauty of the poetry in the Book of Common Prayer and the skill with which it was crafted. I found this a great enhancement to my own spiritual development, particularly in the area of personal prayer and intercession and reading and studying the Bible as part of my daily Christian pilgrimage. When you find it hard to pray because of overwhelming circumstances in life, the Book of Common Prayer can be a great aid to overcoming a spiritual 'block'. Even though the language may seem old to us now, there is a rhythm and pace to it which calms the troubled soul and helps to put things in an eternal perspective rather than a time/space constraint. Someone reminded me recently, "when confronting a problem, ask yourself the question, Will this be important to me in five years time?"

What a lot of people fail to realize is that the Book of Common Prayer is one of the main pillars on which the modern English language rests, along with the King James Version of the Bible and Shakespeare. The Book of Common Prayer may also be regarded as a cornerstone of the Reformation which was fired by Martin Luther in Germany, the baton being taken up in England by Henry VIII and the Elizabethan Reformers such as John Knox later on.

After a number of revisions, the version of the Book of Common Prayer most widely used is that of 1662, incorporating the book of Psalms which differs slightly from the King James Version in that it was translated from the Latin Vulgate. I want to share with you what I consider to be some real poetic gems from the Psalter, followed by some set prayers which I have found helpful in my own Christian devotion and personal walk with God.

Psalm 95, Venite, exultemus

O come, let us sing unto the Lord: let us heartily rejoice in the strength of our salvation.

Let us come before His presence with thanksgiving: and shew ourselves glad in Him with psalms. For the Lord is a great God: and a great King above all gods. In His hand are all the corners of the earth: and the strength of the hills is His also. The sea is his, and He made it: and His hands prepared the dry land. O come, let us worship and bow down: and kneel before the Lord our Maker. For He is the Lord our God: and we are the people of His pasture, and the sheep of His hand. Today if ye will hear His voice, harden not your hearts: as in the provocation, and as in the day of temptation in the wilderness: When your fathers tempted me: proved me and saw my works. Forty years long was I grieved with this generation, and said: It is a people that do err in their hearts, for they have not known my ways: Unto whom I sware in my wrath: that they should not enter into my rest.

Psalm 98, Cantate Domino

O sing unto the Lord a new song: for He hath done marvellous things. With His own right hand, and with His holy arm: hath He gotten Himself the victory. The Lord declared His salvation: His righteousness hath He openly shewed in the sight of the heathen. He hath remembered His mercy and truth toward the house of Israel: and all the ends of the world have seen the salvation of our God. Shew yourselves joyful unto the Lord, all ye lands: sing, rejoice, and give thanks. Praise the Lord upon the harp: sing to the harp with a psalm of thanksgiving. With trumpets also and shawms: O shew yourselves joyful before the Lord the King. Let the sea make a noise, and all that therein is: the round world, and they that dwell therein. Let the floods clap their hands, and let the hills be joyful together before the Lord: for He is come to judge the earth. With righteousness shall He judge the world: and the people with equity.

Evening Prayer Collect

Lighten our darkness, we beseech thee, O Lord; and by Thy great mercy defend us from all perils and dangers of this night; for the love of thy only Son, our Saviour Jesus Christ. Amen.

Communion Prayer, for Easter

But chiefly are we bound to praise Thee for the glorious Resurrection of Thy Son Jesus Christ our Lord: for He is the very Paschal Lamb, which was offered for us, and hath taken away the sin of the world: who by His death hath destroyed death, and by His rising to life hath restored to us everlasting life. Therefore with Angels and Archangels, and with all the company of heaven, we laud and magnify Thy glorious Name; evermore praising Thee, and saying: Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of hosts, heaven and earth are full of Thy glory: Glory be to Thee, O Lord most High. Amen.

Crucifixion Resurrection Ascension

More information and history of the Book of Common Prayer can be found on the website of the Prayer Book Society, at http://www.pbs.org.uk/

To hear a high quality sung version of Choral Evensong, where the Psalms are sung to probably the highest standard in the world, try this link. http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b006tp7r

Two contrasting Hymns (Old and New)

I am not a tremendous fan of the new style hymns and choruses that are flooding into the singing repertoire of our newer and not so new churches. However, as a pianist in a newer church for a while and later as a church organist, choir master and music group leader I have had to lead people in singing music written in both newer and older styles.

In this article I would like to draw attention to two pieces which have had an impact on me, in terms of the words and inevitably the tunes used in conjunction with these words, which in the case of these items are both very well suited.

First, the older hymn, which is 'My song is love unknown', the words to which were written by Samuel Crossman (1624-83) and which is generally sung to the tune called 'Love Unknown' by the English composer John Ireland (1879-1962).

All Saints, Sudbury Pembroke College, Cambridge

Samuel Crossman was an Anglican minister and hymnwriter born at Bradfield Monachorum in Suffolk. He earned a B.D. at Pembroke College, Cambridge and became Prebendary of Bristol. He then ministered to an Anglican congregation at All Saints, Sudbury and to a Puritan congregation at the same time. He had a great affinity with the Puritan cause and in 1661 attended the Savoy Conference, which sought to update the Book of Common Prayer to make it suitable for use by both Anglicans and Puritans. This project was unsuccessful and the ensuing 1662 Act of Uniformity led to Crossman being expelled with some 2,000 other Puritan inclined ministers from the Church of England. Shortly after this he renounced his Puritan affiliations and was ordained in 1665, becoming a Royal chaplain. He took up a post in Bristol in 1667 and became Dean of Bristol Cathedral in 1683. After he died on 4th. February, 1683, in Bristol, he was buried in the South aisle of Bristol Cathedral. Crossman's most well known hymns are 'My song is love unknown', 'Jerusalem on High' and 'Sweet Place'.

Crossman Quincentenary plaque Bristol Cathedral

John Ireland

My Song is Love Unknown

My song is love unknown,

My Saviour's love to me:

Love to the loveless shown,

That they might lovely be,

O who am I,

That for my sake

My Lord should take frail flesh, and die?

He came from His blest throne,

Salvation to bestow;

But men made strange, and none

The longed-for Christ would know;

But O my friend,

My friend indeed,

Who at my need

His life did spend.

Sometimes they strew His way,

And His sweet praises sing;

Resounding all the day

Hosannas to their King:

Then "Crucify!"

Is all their breath,

And for His death

They thirst and cry.

They rise and needs will have

My dear Lord made away;

A murderer they save,

The prince of life they slay;

Yet cheerful He

To suffering goes,

That He His foes

From thence might free.

In life, no house, no home

My Lord on earth might have;

In death, no friendly tomb,

But what a stranger gave.

What may I say?

Heaven was His home;

But mine the tomb

Wherein He lay.

Here might I stay and sing,

No story so divine;

Never was love, dear King!

Never was grief like Thine.

This is my friend,

In whose sweet praise

I all my days

Could gladly spend.

The second hymn is a modern one which has spoken to me more profoundly than any other new hymn, it is called 'Above All' and is written and performed by a contemporary worship leader, Lenny Leblanc. The theme of the hymn is similar to the Crossman one, dwelling on the price Jesus paid by dying on the cross to bear away our sin.

Lenny Leblanc Lenny (again)

It is possible to listen to this piece on Last FM at the following link.

http://www.last.fm/music/Lenny%2520Leblanc/Above%2520All?ac=Lenny%20Leblanc

Lenny Leblanc is a successful singer and songwriter who wrote the hit ballad 'Falling' which was popular in the 70's. He was an integral part of the musical epicentre known as Muscle Shoals music. He formed a duo known as LeBlanc and Carr after signing to Atlantic Records and success came quickly with 'Falling' which was named one of Billboard's all time favourite Top 40 hits. Lenny then moved on to a solo career with Capitol Records and soon became disenchanted with the music scene but continued to write songs and came to know God in a personal, life-changing way that altered the course of his career for ever.

Today, Lenny Leblanc's name appears on dozens of popular new church songs, notably 'Above All' and 'There is none like You'. His voice and compositions are featured on many classic worship recordings for Maranatha and Integrity.

Lenny continues to write pop and country songs and he still travels nationally and internationally as a Christian artist and worship leader. His recent release, 'Love Like No Other' includes a newly-recorded version of 'Falling', as well as 9 newly written worship songs. Looking back over his career and personal life, Lenny grins and says, "It's amazing what God has done with a life like mine."

Above All

Above all powers, above all kings,
Above all nature and all created things,
Above all wisdom and all the ways of man,
You were here before the world began.

Above all kingdoms, above all thrones,
Above all wonders the world has ever known,
Above all wealth and treasures of the earth,
There's no way to measure what You're worth.

Crucified, laid behind a stone,
You lived to die, rejected and alone,
Like a rose trampled on the ground,
You took the fall and thought of me
Above all.

© 1999 Hosanna

Quotation

"It's amazing what God has done with a life like mine." ~ Lenny Leblanc