He Placed His Golden Crown

Composed by Larisa Reshetova
  (see also: "Confession — Исповедь")


He placed His golden crown at His Father's feet
Then taking off His garments
         of royalty and was born of poverty,
He left the throne of glorious Creator,
Then donned He earthly clothes of humility.


    Chorus —

      He came from Heav'n to earth
      With sinners walked to set us free;
      But oft He offered up His prayers
              to Heav'n above:
      Listen, Father, heed my prayer and plea


How can I e'er forget the eyes of Christ?
Forgivingly with love He looked
     on our sinful world with gracious eye.
Again those sinless lips cried out to Heav'n;
His Father gladly heard His humble cry.

   Chorus —

Larisa Reshetova writes about Simon's arrangement:

     Здравствуйте! Я автор этого псалма. Мне подарил его Господь, и я Ему сердечно благодарна. Симон, Благодарю Бога за твоё творчество. Прекрасное исполнение, захватывает и держит от первой до самой последней ноты. Хор девушек звучит чисто и безупречно. Очень понравилась пауза, в которой слышны звуки поля... во всем - чувство вкуса и такта. И самое главное, как здесь уже подметили - духовность. Аллилуйя, Слава Господу! Душа поёт вместе с вами!

     Hello! I am the author of this psalm. The Lord gave it to me, and I am sincerely grateful to him. Simon, thanks to God for your creativity. Excellent performance, it captures and holds from the first to the very last note. The chorus of girls sounds clean and flawless. I liked very much the pause in which the sounds of the field are heard ... in everything there is a sense of taste and tact. And most importantly, as they have already noticed here - spirituality. Hallelujah, Praise the Lord! The soul sings along with you!

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In Response to the Fires

Oh, the weather outside is smoky,
And the air is slow and pokey,
But I wish all this smoke would go—
Let winds blow, let 'em blow, let 'em blow!

Well, it doesn't show signs of clearin',
But my eyes now sure be tearin';
And the sun sure be dimmin' low—
Let winds blow, let 'em blow, let 'em blow!

When we finally leave our work,
How I hate to go out in the smoke;
As I drive my car in the murk,
All the way home I will choke!

We pray the fires are dying,
Else I know that we'll be flying
A long ways from fire's glow—
Let winds blow, let 'em blow, let 'em blow!

- D. Benning

The orange dot right center, above the tree, is the sun. Because of the Camp Fire, on Nov 9, 2018

Placing The Golden Crown — Сложив Златой Венец

Composed by Larisa Reshetova
  (see also: "Confession — Исповедь")

Сложив златой венец у ног Отца

Slozhiv zlatoy venets u nog Ottsa

Placing a golden crown at the feet of the Father

Сняв царские одежды

Snyav tsarskiye odezhdy

Taking off royal garments

Родился человеком в нищите

Rodilsya chelovekom v nishchite

Born [a] man in poverty

Оставив свой престол всю честь Творца

Ostaviv svoy prestol vsyu chest' Tvortsa

Leaving Your throne all honor [of] Creator

Облёкся в бедноту здесь на земле

Obloksya v bednotu zdes' na zemle

Put on (wore, donned) in poor here on earth.

      Припев: Chorus:

      Явился с неба к нам

      Yavilsya s neba k nam

      Came from Heaven to us

      Ходил средь грешников земли

      Khodil sred' greshnikov zemli

      Walked among sinners [of] earth

      Лишь часто возносил молитвы к небесам

      Lish' chasto voznosil molitvy k nebesam

      But often offered prayers to Heaven

      Услышь Отец, мольбе моей внемли

      Uslysh' Otets, mol'be moyey vnemli

      “Listen, Father, prayer [of] mine heed..”

Я не смогу забыть глаза Христа
YA ne smogu zabyt' glaza Khrista

I cannot forget [the] eyes [of] Christ

с Прощеньем и любовью

s Proshchen'yem i lyubov'yu

with Forgiveness and Love

Смотрел Господь на наш греховный мир

Smotrel Gospod' na nash grekhovnyy mir

Looked [the] Lord on our sinful world

Молились вновь безгрешные уста

Molilis' vnov' bezgreshnyye usta

Prayed again [the] sinless mouth

Отец сердечно с Сыном говорил

Otets serdechno s Synom govoril

[the] Father heartily with [the] Son spoke.


Larissa Reshetova writes about Simon's arrangement:

     Здравствуйте! Я автор этого псалма. Мне подарил его Господь, и я Ему сердечно благодарна. Симон, Благодарю Бога за твоё творчество. Прекрасное исполнение, захватывает и держит от первой до самой последней ноты. Хор девушек звучит чисто и безупречно. Очень понравилась пауза, в которой слышны звуки поля... во всем - чувство вкуса и такта. И самое главное, как здесь уже подметили - духовность. Аллилуйя, Слава Господу! Душа поёт вместе с вами!

     Hello! I am the author of this psalm. The Lord gave it to me, and I am sincerely grateful to him. Simon, thanks to God for your creativity. Excellent performance, it captures and holds from the first to the very last note. The chorus of girls sounds clean and flawless. I liked very much the pause in which the sounds of the field are heard ... in everything there is a sense of taste and tact. And most importantly, as they have already noticed here - spirituality. Hallelujah, Praise the Lord! The soul sings along with you!

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Sunrise on the Isle of Skye

See the colors there upon the sky and the water!

Such delicate and transcendent touches of a divine hand, captured in a moment and inscribed upon a photograph. These colors, these delicate hues and stains, are like the soft and exquisite display of a mother decorating the nursery of her first born child. Subtle and tender, fragile and graceful—she colors the sky and paints the landscape with her tender hues.

- D. Benning

Sherry Lynn, Photographer

Mother Nature and I, her earth child, both smile at your extremely intuitive and very touching prose. On a very personal note, I must tell you that I did indeed decorate the nursery of my first born child with these exact colors. Each and every one of them you see in the sky and water. I even chose each color of yarn and crocheted blankets. I’ve told you before you are the psychic poet!! Truly “divinely inspired.” 

~ Sherry Lynn