The Hymns they just keep coming this week:
David W Congdon is a Princton Doctoral Student blogging at http://fireandrose.blogspot.com/ He has recently posted a new Hymn written by Wales resident Kim Fabricius. The context for the hymn, was Kim's thoughts on John Bell’s new book Thinking Out Loud: Collected Scripts from Radio 4’s ‘Thought for the Day’ (2008). It concludes with a reflection on “Politics, Passion and the Human Soul” in which John comments on the 'heresy of dualism.' He observes: “Undoubtedly religious vocabulary exacerbates the situation... I mean when did anyone ever sing ‘Praise to Jesus in the kitchen’?”
Kim decided to rectify this with a hymn!
It apparently goes to the tune 'Oh My Darling, Clementine', which as a melody for a hymn I must admit sticks in my throat a little, but for all that (and maybe a different tune?) here it is:
Praise to Jesus in the kitchen,
in a mansion or a flat,
pitch or pub or children’s playpen –
where we are is where he’s at.
In the boardroom and the City,
on the dole and in the slums,
here in judgement, there in pity,
suddenly the Saviour comes.
With the sick, and sad, and lonely,
in the hospice, on the street,
Servant Son, the one and only,
kneels and washes weary feet.
Concentration camps and prisons,
scenes of torture and despair,
sickening sights on television:
pick a place – the Lord is there!
Into death and hell descending,
Christ the fellow-sufferer goes,
purges pain that seems unending,
knots the fire and the rose.
High in heaven, Christ ascended,
far beyond the farthest stars,
no one, nowhere, unbefriended –
where he’s at is where we are!
PS Can you spot the Health and Safety dangers in Jesus' Kitchen
in a mansion or a flat,
pitch or pub or children’s playpen –
where we are is where he’s at.
In the boardroom and the City,
on the dole and in the slums,
here in judgement, there in pity,
suddenly the Saviour comes.
With the sick, and sad, and lonely,
in the hospice, on the street,
Servant Son, the one and only,
kneels and washes weary feet.
Concentration camps and prisons,
scenes of torture and despair,
sickening sights on television:
pick a place – the Lord is there!
Into death and hell descending,
Christ the fellow-sufferer goes,
purges pain that seems unending,
knots the fire and the rose.
High in heaven, Christ ascended,
far beyond the farthest stars,
no one, nowhere, unbefriended –
where he’s at is where we are!
PS Can you spot the Health and Safety dangers in Jesus' Kitchen
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