Lyric For The Day 25.11.12 from Sleep by Mark Eitzel
Lyric For The Day 27.11.12 from Silver and Gold by Sufjan Stevens

FROM BABY IN THE MANGER TO TRUMPET CHILD; The Life of Jesus with an Over The Rhine soundtrack... PART 5

The Trumpet Child

The last part of the sweep across the life of Jesus with the help of Over The Rhine’s sublime songs takes us through the cross and
out the other end to resurrection, death defeated and the hope of the
culmination of the arc of salvation history.

Poem: Empty Now The Tomb by Steve Stockman

Empty now the tomb

Empty the sting of death.

Empty the devil's evil stare

Empty his sickly sweet venomous breath.

Empty the serpent's lying whisper.

Empty hell's expectant womb.

Empty the grave where your love ones lie.

Empty now the tomb.

 

Empty now the tomb

Empty the guilt of sin

Empty the lingering shame

Empty the webs we’re caught up in

Empty now the vice grip of addiction

Empty the habits well groomed

Empty whatever’s been stopping you

Empty now the tomb.

The Message: 1 Corinthians 15: 51-58

51-57 But let me tell you something wonderful, a mystery I’ll probably never fully understand. We’re not all going to die—but we are all going to be changed. You hear a blast to end all blasts from a trumpet, and in the time that you look up and blink your eyes—it’s over. On signal from that trumpet from heaven, the dead will be up and out of their graves, beyond the reach of death, never to die again. At the same moment and in the same way, we’ll all be changed. In the resurrection scheme of things, this has to happen: everything perishable taken off the shelves and replaced by the
imperishable, this mortal replaced by the immortal. Then the saying will come true:

Death swallowed by triumphant Life!

Who got the last word, oh, Death?

Oh, Death, who’s afraid of you now?

SONG: Over The Rhine - The Trumpet Child

“The trumpet child will blow his horn

Will blast the sky till it’s reborn

With Gabriel’s power and Satchmo’s grace

He will surprise the human race

 

The trumpet child will banquet here

Until the lost are truly found

A thousand days, a thousand years

Nobody knows for sure how long

 

The rich forget about their gold

The meek and mild are strangely bold

A lion lies beside a lamb

And licks a murderer’s outstretched hand

 

The trumpet child will lift a glass

His bride now leaning in at last

His final aim to fill with joy

The earth that man all but destroyed.”

 

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