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Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring Holy wisdom, love most bright
Drawn by Thee our souls aspiring Soar to uncreated light
Word of God, our flesh that fashioned. With the fire of life impassioned. Striving still to truth unknown Soaring, dying round Thy throne.
Through the way where hope is guiding, Hark, what peaceful music rings.
Where the flock in Thee confiding, Drink of joy from deathless springs.
Theirs is beauty’s fairest pleasure, Theirs is wisdom’s holiest treasure. Thou dost ever lead Thine own, In the love of joys unknown.
Advent is a season of awe and wonder. It is a time of waiting, not just for Jesus’ birth, but for the transformation of our lives and the world. Something is being born in us and we are waiting for its arrival. Continue reading
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The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
Since you went away the days grow long
And soon I’ll hear old winter’s song
But I miss you most of all my darling
When autumn leaves start to fall.
Autumn Leaves. Written in 1945. Music by Hungarian-French composer Joseph Kosma and lyrics by poet Jacques Prévert. The Hungarian title is “Hulló levelek” (Falling Leaves).