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There's something about music: Timshel by Mumford and Sons

These brothers have held our hands through some stormy sailing lately. I'm thankful for music and for encouragement.
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Tim Newcome said…
Beautiful and powerful song. I have enjoyed listening to this album this weekend, this is the type of tattered americana banjoish music I enjoy....even if they are brits. :-)

Here are the Timshel lyrics....I looked them up so thought I would cut and paste them here.


Cold is the water
It freezes your already cold mind
Already cold, cold mind
And death is at your doorstep
And it will steal your innocence
But it will not steal your substance

But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand
Hold your hand

And you are the mother
The mother of your baby child
The one to whom you gave life
And you have your choices
And these are what make man great
His ladder to the stars

But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand
Hold your hand

But I will tell the night
And Whisper, "Lose your sight"
But I can't move the mountains for you
Tim Newcome said…
I'm going to become a spammer here. :-)

2 thoughts jump into my head.

1. Your comment about how music can speak to us right where we are in life is so true. Interestingly enough it seems that as I get older music is becoming more important, maybe I'm just becoming more reflective I don't know. I'm also finding that I'm liking the type of music my Mom likes more and more which in and of itself is a bit scary.

A couple of weeks ago while looking for a different interpretation of "It is well with my soul" I stumbled on a band called Dave's Highway which is basically a family band of little kids but their rendition was beautiful. In listening to the rest of their album I stumbled upon a song that I listen to almost every day and speaks to me right where I'm at. Although it is not nearly as good as their album version here is the utube version.

2. One of my first memories of both you and mike have to do with music. Apparently my parents were over visiting, on a Sun afternoon I think, and for some reason I remember sitting and looking at the cover of the Rich Mullins Earth Wind and Fire album. The one with him sitting there with a big yellow dog. I'm not sure why I remember that exactly but I do, it is the one thing that sticks in my mind.

Enough of the rambling....thank you for blogging. :-)
Tim Newcome said…
oops just realized it was the Rich Mullins Winds Of Heaven...Stuff Of Earth album....NOT the Earth, Wind and Fire.

The spam continues....
Laurie said…
Tim- Spam? I don't think so!! I appreciate your comments and thoughts! Thanks also for the lyrics!
Thanks for the song link! Beautiful close harmonies!

I have a memory of hearing your mom’s soprano voice when I was learning scripture songs and hymns at the Gospel Chapel. That’s a helpful, encouraging and pleasant memory!
So don't be scared of your Mama's type of music! Embrace it!
Perspective can be a positive sign of aging!

Speaking of Rich Mullins, sometimes near the end of his concerts he would get the audience to sing acapella and beautifully! “It Is Well” must have been a favorite! Then he would exhort the audience something like “If you want to be entertained, sure, go to concerts, but if you want to worship, go to church and sing the hymns!”

Mike reminded me of a quote that is printed in our fellowship’s Purple Book Song Book (inspired by Gospel Chapel's Blue Book);

“Music is an expression of joyful prayer and I am strongly persuaded that after theology there is no art that can be placed on a level with music.” Martin Luther

Thanks again, Tim! You and your comments are never spam! Blessings!
TAB said…
I love, love, love the voice and their sound!
Tim Newcome said…
Thanks for the nice comment. Interestingly enough Rich Mullins used to live an hour and half south of us in Window Rock AZ while I was working at Immanuel Mission. He would occasionally come up for a day with some of the ragamuffins and do a day of music instruction. It was quite amazing really, especially when he would whip out the harpsichord and do the into to Creed. I guess my take on him besides him being a musical genius and fellow child of the King was that he was on one hand really normal and on the other hand he had streak of sanctified contrariness in him. He was much more interested in the path less traveled that was for sure but thats what made him Rich Mullins. Great memories.

I also appreciated the Martin Luther quote and will copy it down so I can maybe remember it.

My real reason for posting though was to share a song that "might" mean something to you in your grieving. It has been meaningful to me as I struggle with the trying circumstances and trials that our wise Father has seen fit to bestow upon me. I listened to it three or four times tonight and just thought of you and thought I would pass it along.

Of course it is a youtube link
Laurie said…
Tim- Thanks for the link! I'd heard the song, but probably never really listened! Beautiful encouragement!

"Sanctified Contrariness" is a good description!

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