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NIGHT
FROM JESUS
VOLUME 1
E A R L Y C H U R C H C H A N T STYL E
SO N GS
2007
WAYNE O’CONNER
During the dream Denny was announcing from the pulpit
that it was time for songs and testimonies. There was
silence, and then a young boy, dressed as well, in cowboy
gear, said that he had a song.
I’M GONNA HAVE A BARBECUE FOR JESUS
I peaked over his shoulder at the paper in his hand. I
I’M GONNA HAVE A BARBECUE FOR JESUS. thought to myself, what a geeky title!” However, when I
i’m invitin’ all my friends. read the lyrics I thought to myself, those are really good
anyone who smells words, I want to hear him sing it.
the steaks uhh cookin’
is uhh welcome to come in! Denny asked, “Son, are you sure you are ready to sing it?”
while everyone is gathered round Just then two ladies stood up and were aghast. They
i’ll talk to them ‘bout jesus wanted traditional songs.
. . .tell’em how he died
to take away their sin. I woke up as Denny decided not to let his son sing the new
song.
then i’ll let’m know how
to give their hearts to him. When I woke wrote down the words even tho’ I didn’t
then i’ll let’m know how have any music. Later that day I called the Huse’s. I hadn’t
to give their hearts to him. had contact with them for a few years. They thought the
dream had been very humorous, but sad. They said they
I’m gonna have a barbecue for jesus. appreciated me sharing the dream with them, especially
i’m invitin’ all my friends. since it involved Denny and their youngest son and added
anyone who smells that they would pray for me to get the tune.
the steaks uhh cookin’
is uhh welcome to come in! As soon as they hung up the phone the tune came to me. I
either didn’t have a tape or batteries for my player so I had
just like jesus shared his food to go purchase them. Before I left I called up some
while tellin’ kingdom parables Christian friends and sang the song to them. Jon and dotty
i’m gonna have a barbecue weren’t home so I left it on their answering machine. By
and share the kingdom news. the time I got my recorder working I had forgotten the
tune, so I had to call Jon and Dotty and listen to their
I’M GONNA HAVE A BARBECUE FOR JESUS. recording to get the tune back!
I’M INVITIN’ ALL MY FRIENDS.
anyone who smells
the steaks uhh cookin’
is uhh welcome to come in!
You say,
“LORD, WHEN DID YOU SEE ME
AT A HIGH PLACE,
Dancing round about
Ashera’s pole?”
Oh Messiah
Come Messiah
Come Messiah now to reign
END REFRAIN
Even though I dreamed this song in January, I think
WHEN JUDAS BETRAYED OUR LORD AND KING
THIS WAS NO EXCEPTION TO THE RULE. of this as my Easter Song. Graphic as it is, it has a
BEFORE CALVARY’S TIMBERS WERE EVER HEWN, better Easter message than the politically correct
BEFORE THE TREE’S SEED BEGAN TO GROW, one about fuzzy white fertility bunnies laying
BEFORE COMPREHENSIBLE ANTIQUITY,
GOD PREPARED HIS SON TO BLEED AND DIE. multi-colored Ishtar eggs.
“We will serve our Lord Jesus Christ I was just about to open my mouth
Until He calls us home. and sing to Him with all of my heart,
We are merely sojourners here. when I felt this fire burnin’
Heaven is really our home. deep inside of me.
We will serve our Lord Jesus Christ
By our blood and our love, That’s when I heard
And our testimony. Jesus speak these words,
Yes, we will serve our Lord Jesus Christ “I know you’d like to stay here
Until He calls us home. but I have work for you to do.
When it’s time I shall surely
Heavenly Song 2 call you Home
but I knew Who they were praisin’, In the dream I was seeing everything through the eyes of an old man. The dream
they were praisin’ Jesus, was filled with songs, but either I didn’t recognize or couldn’t comprehend them. Also,
the old man had a habit of seeing or hearing something and comparing it to sections
Jesus my Lord. of lyrics from his musical repertoire.
The dream began with the old man – I’ll call him Elder - sitting in a living room with
several brothers and sisters. Everyone appeared to be Caucasian; I don’t know if
they were Americans. All doors were locked and each curtain drawn. All hands were
raised; a few saints were crying as they worshipped the Lord. Elder gritted his teeth
because of the severe throbbing in his gnarled, arthritic hands. He was telling the
Lord, in the quietness of his heart, that he was tired of living.
Someone in the group, I think it was a lady, began singing a song that I didn’t
recognize.
As Elder hung suspended with the people or angels, words and music, like peals of
thunder and mighty rushing waters, surrounded him. Strangely, the music did not
seem to have a beat, but rather ebbed and flowed. Parts of the music were
indescribable, while other sections sounded like waterfalls or rain or sand falling on
different surfaces, or waves rushing along sandy beaches or pummeling granite cliffs.
Streams rippling, with wind chime tinkles, across stones and gravel. Bird trills and
the drone of insects.
Sound was not the only sensorial imagery. Nuances of taste, scent or touch added
their own unique accents. Walking through pines on a snowy day or along rain
dampened deciduous forests trails in autumn at twilight. Tropical breezes. Light
winds rattling leaves. Freshly mown clover or shorn sheep wool. Orchard and
greenhouse scents. Black berries plucked from a prickly bush followed by the wet
fruity taste of the juice. Cool water, lifted in a wooden bucket, from a rough, stony,
desert well, drunk in long cool draughts, and then splashed over dusty hands.
Various sensorial images were threaded, in vague ribbons, throughout the musical
piece.
Even though the words seemed incomprehensible, it was obvious that everyone was
praising Jesus. His presence and peace were literally tangible. Just as the old man
was about to open his mouth and join the singing, his body began to tingle and burn.
“Your work is not finished,” said the Lord, in the man’s native tongue, “When you are
finished, I will call you home.” As the echoes, both of the Lord’s words and the
heavenly choir, dimmed, so too did the heavenly vision. While the heavens grew
faint, the sights and sounds of earth became stronger, until at last the old man
reappeared in his chair.
The old man, bereft of the Lord’s heavenly presence, was overcome with a poignant
sense of loss. He remembered and pondered Paul’s words:
Great love for his brothers and sisters, and a new boldness, strength and assurance,
flooded Elder.
While the gathered saints finished the song, (Heavenly Song 1) one of them
compared the glow around the old man with the glow Moses had after being in the
presence of the Lord. Another pointed out, with elated surprise, that Elder’s hands
were no longer knobby or swelled. Elder happily began to share his vision with the
gathered saints. As a part of that testimony he sang Heavenly Song 2, Elder’s Song.
JESUS IS LORD, LET HIM BE LORD DON’T YOU KNOW?
THAT YOU’RE A BOND SERVANT.
YOU DON’T EVEN OWN YOURSELF.
JESUS IS LORD, LET HIM BE LORD
JESUS IS LORD, LET HIM BE LORD THIS IS NO TIME
HE’S MORE THAN A SAVIOR, FOR FREELANCE SERVICE.
HE’S YOUR MASTER, TOO. SO TO BE A SON
OR TO BE A DAUGHTER.
DON’T YOU KNOW? YOU MUST BE
YOU WERE BOUGHT FOR A PRICE. SUBMITTED TOTALLY…
BY HIS OWN BLOOD AND SACRIFICE. FOR FREE LANCE CHRISTIANS
DON’T YOU KNOW? WILL FALL BY THE WAY.
THAT YOU’RE A BOND SERVANT.
YOU DON’T EVEN OWN YOURSELF. THIS IS NO TIME
FOR FREELANCE SERVICE.
THIS IS NO TIME SO TO BE A SON
OR TO BE A DAUGHTER,
FOR FREELANCE SERVICE. YOU MUST SEEK
FREELANCE CHRISTIANS HIS PERFECT WILL
WILL FALL BY THE WAY. EVERYDAY AND EVERY HOUR.
NOT WHEN IT,S RIGHT
FOR THEY DO WHAT IS RIGHT IN YOUR VERY OWN EYES. . .
IN THEIR VERY OWN EYES. FOR FREELANCE CHRISTIANS
WHILE SERVING THE LORD WILL FALL BY THE WAY.
THEY ARE SERVING THEMSELVES.
JESUS IS LORD, LET HIM BE LORD
THIS IS NO TIME HE’S MORE THAN A SAVIOR,
FOR FREELANCE SERVICE. HE’S YOUR MASTER, TOO.
FREELANCE CHRISTIANS
WILL FALL BY THE WAY.
DON’T YOU KNOW?
YOU WERE BOUGHT FOR A PRICE.
SO DO WHAT IS RIGHT BY HIS OWN BLOOD AND SACRIFICE.
IN JESUS CHRIST’S EYES. DON’T YOU KNOW?
OBEDIENCE SURPASSES SACRIFICE. THAT YOU’RE A BOND SERVANT.
OBEDIENCE SURPASSES SACRIFICE. YOU DON’T EVEN OWN YOURSELF.
THIS IS NO TIME
THIS IS NO TIME FOR FREELANCE SERVICE.
FOR FREELANCE SERVICE. FREELANCE CHRISTIANS
FREELANCE CHRISTIANS WILL FALL BY THE WAY.
WILL FALL BY THE WAY.
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THE TIMES HAVE ARRIVED. 1 Stanza refrain
TRIBULATION IS NEAR
THE LORD IS WINNOWING INTERPRRETATION OF SINGING 87 OR 88
THE GRAIN FROM THE CHAFF.
Let’s do
the work of God’s Kingdom.
God’s way, not our way.
Let’s do
the work of God’s Kingdom.
God’s way, not man’s way.
In a dream 5.26.04
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Supermen, supermen,
Flying high in the skies
Men of clay and men of stone.
Who serve the dark and not the light.
Lamb of Sacrifice.
He shed His blood
And gave His life.
“WOULD YOU WATCH This song parallels how jesus’ disciples had a diffuckult
AND PRAY WITH ME?” time standing by him during the night before his arrest.
Do you hear him calling, Today we as modern followers of jesus, also have times
“WOULD YOU WATCH where misplaced priorities, distractions, and simple
AND PRAY WITH ME?” immaturity hinder us from being as dedicated or as
obedient as we ought.
HAVE YOU BEEN WITH JESUS
AT NEW GETHSEMANE?
IT’S RIGHT BESIDE
THE FATHER’S THRONE.
A GARDEN OF PRAYER.
Scoffers say that day will never come. Pray, pray, like never before.
Pray, pray, like never before. Pray for the coming of the Lord.
Pray for the coming of the Lord.
Hey, Hey, do you know?
Seven sleek cows have met their end. Jesus died and rose again for you.
Pray, pray, like never before.
Pray for the coming of the Lord. Pray, pray, like never before.
Pray, pray, like never before. Pray for the coming of the Lord.
Pray for the coming of the Lord. Blood, ashes, vapor of smoke.
Strange signs and evil times.
Pray for a blinded multitude.
Drunk on greed & vice & opulence. Pray, pray, like never before.
Pray, pray, like never before. Pray for the coming of the Lord.
Pray for the coming of the Lord. Pray, pray, like never before.
Pray Maranatha, Maranatha Lord.
Can you see the writing on the wall? Pray, pray, like never before.
Pray, pray, like never before. Pray for the coming of the Lord.
Pray for the coming of the Lord. Finale Style:
A living river
flows from the Throne
of Grace.
I can’t help
serving You evermore.
You’ve filled me
with your Spirit
and by Your Will
I am trained
in the way I should go.
I can’t help
serving You evermore.
Tho’ we walk
over mountain tops
and tho’ we walk
thru desert lands…
I can’t help
serving You evermore.
Jesus my redeemer
resurrected lord and king…
you looked down the years at me
opened up your arms
and spoke these words: