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"Sacred Words" -- UUSE Virtual Worship, August 4, 2024

Updated: Aug 2




Gathering Music


Welcome and Announcements


Prelude

"The Song the World Still Sings"

Music and Lyrics by Jenn Richards


Service Introduction


Chalice Lighting and Opening Words


Opening Hymn

"Morning Has Broken"

#38 in Singing the Living Tradition

Words by Eleanor Farjeon; Music: traditional Gaelic melody


Morning has broken like the first morning,

blackbird has spoken like the first bird.

Praise for the singing! Praise for the morning!

Praise for them, springing fresh from the Word!


Sweet the rain's new fall sunlit from heaven,

like the first dewfall on the first grass.

Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden,

sprung in completeness where God's feet pass.


Mine is the sunlight! Mine is the morning

born of the one light Eden saw play!

Praise with elation, praise every morning,

God's recreation of the new day!


First Poem: "Know What I Mean" By Bruce Cohen


Second Poem: "La Pregunta Sagreda" by Lisa Sementilli


Joys and Concerns


Third Poem: "My Mother's Voice" by Marsha Howland


Offering

Continuing our practice of sharing our gifts with the community beyond our walls, fifty percent of our Sunday plate collections for the month of August will be split among three area food pantries: MACC Food Pantry, Hockanum Valley Food Pantry, and CT Mutual Aid East of the River Food Pantry.


Offering Music

"The End"

Music and Lyrics by Lucky Luke Harper


When I get a hit, I mark my own flank

When I get to walk, I build myself a plank

When I get a ride, I stay off the road

Asking me to think is telling me to go

 

I’ve been lonely with the ghost

I’ve been stealing from my host

I’ve been cursing all the saints

For my grounds to grow

 

You won’t listen if I glisten

I’ll be sober, but I’ll be fixin’

Wake up three-fold, wet and empty and full of dread

 

I’m a sermon for the preacher

I’m a lesson to the teacher

I won’t tire of fighting fires in my head 

If I’m not at the end

 

When I get to sing, I get paid no mind

When I write a song, I’m sorry, it’s mine

When I try to dance, I can’t believe my limbs

Only playing games, I don’t think I’ll win

 

I’ve been carrying the flowers

I’ve been pleading to the powers

I’ve been telling on myself

For not letting go

 

You won’t listen if I glisten

I’ll be sober, but I’ll be fixin’

Wake up three-fold, wet and empty and full of dread

 

I’m a sermon for the preacher

I’m a lesson to the teacher

I won’t tire of fighting fires in my head 

If I’m not at the end

 

I’ll say sorry when I feel it

I’ll forgive you when I mean it

I’ll seduce my righteous anger into bed

 

You won’t change me, don’t you know me?

You can’t fight me, hell ain’t slowed me

You can’t live with me if I can’t break your bread

 

You won’t listen if I glisten

I’ll be sober, but I’ll be fixin’

Wake up three-fold, wet and empty and full of dread

 

I’m a sermon for the preacher

I’m a lesson to the teacher

I won’t tire of fighting fires in my head 

If I’m not at [the end]

 

Fourth Poem:  "Laundry Eagles" and "Prism Women" by Jeannette Lesure

 

Fifth Poem: "Sacred" by Molly Vigeant

 

Reflections

 

Closing Hymn

 

“May Nothing Evil Cross This Door”

#1 in Singing the Living Tradition

Words by Louis Untermeyer, Music by Robert N. Quaile

 

May nothing evil cross this door,

and may ill fortune never pry about

these windows; may the roar

and rain go by.

 

By faith made strong, the rafters will

withstand the battering of the storm.

This hearth, though all the world grow chill,

will keep you warm.

 

Peace shall walk softly through these rooms,

touching our lips with holy wine,

till every casual corner blooms

into a shrine.

 

With laughter drown the raucous shout,

and, though these sheltering walls are thin,

may they be strong to keep hate out

and hold love in.

 

Extinguishing the Chalice and Closing Words

 

Closing Circle

May faith in the spirit of life

And hope for the community of earth

And love of the light in each other

Be ours now, and in all the days to come.

 

 

 

 



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