In time of Difficulty (Arabic Song) sung by John Soliman.

John Soliman - وقت لما تكون صعابى

Lyrics:

On a chilly morning one day
In the desert far away
One monk went to the garden
As usual to pray

He saw a strange glow
A grape vine hanging low
But this was not the season
For any grapes to grow

(The monk didn’t wait
Rushed to the monastery’s gate) x2
(And gave it to the Abbott
St Macarious the Great) x2

St. Macarious said who
Should I give this vine to?
Finally he walked to the cell  
Of the eldest monk he knew

He said take this my dear
You are the eldest here
And when you get the blessing
We’ll all be of good cheer

(The monk reluctantly
Took it but so quickly) x2
(Thought how can I enjoy it
When my brothers sleep hungry) x2

He gave it to the monk next door
And it went from door to door
It came back to the abbot
At the end of its tour

St Macaious the Great 
He rose up right away
Asking all the monks to gather 
And hear what he had to say

(He said I clearly see
Seeds of love growing here) x2
(And this grape vine 
Is my sure sign) x2

(Our Lord made us aware
We are light of the world) x2
(And when it’s shining bright
It can never ever hide) x2

Chords:
Em C D Bm
Em C D B7

Em Em
C D C B7

The Grape Vine - Erika and Erin (كان فى عنقود عنب)

I Come To You

I Sought After You - St. George and St. Shenouda

Sineen Taweela Madit

Overwhelmed — St Mark DC

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Lyrics:

(Verse 1)
Preserve my likeness, a gilded Icon
Despite the ailing of my soul 
Image of Holiness, Image of purity
Crafted for me by a master’s hand

Yet your hope for me, was not reality
It was reality, when I was born again
Day after day, my troubles grow
Piling upon me, obscuring that icon

(Refrain)
Restore to me that first Icon
Wrap me in the purest white
Reveal to me your image in me
Restore to me Christ’s own likeness

(2)
I am lost and I am searching
In every person, for any virtue
Yet I cannot be like these others
And cannot find in myself value

And still I search for my likeness in You
Show me its beauty in the midst of trial
Such great plans from the beginning
You have prepared, Sketched in that Icon

(Refrain)
Restore to me that first Icon
Wrap me in the purest white
Reveal to me your image in me
Restore to me, Christ’s own likeness

(Verse 3)
My image in you is drawn with care 
From the beginning, before I came to be 
In every detail, all of my life 
From my birth, until my death 

Prepared for me is victory 
And when I fall, you’re there to lift me
I’ll be triumphant in any trial 
With the sword of faith drawn in my Icon 

(Refrain)
Restore to me that first Icon
Wrap me in the purest white
Reveal to me your image in me
Restore to me, Christ’s own likeness

(Verse 4)
You who accepts a cup of water 
Two mites, five loaves, even two fish 
A pound of ointment from a sinful woman 
Accept from me these offerings 

Accept my life, my poor gifts 
My own weakness, my helplessness
But I love you with all my heart 
You are my God, I have no other 

(Refrain)
Restore to me that first Icon
Wrap me in the purest white
Reveal to me your image in me
Restore to me, Christ’s own likeness

That First Icon - A Translation of "Sorti 3andak" - صورتي عندك

Psali Adam for the Feast of the Resurrection (Coptic/English) -- Abouna Mina Shaheid

Refrain:
My cross, my cross
You're made of lowly wood
But in my heart, my cross
(You're more precious than gold) x2

Verse 1: 
My cross, my cross
I always boast in you
In front of all the nations
(I exalt and praise you) x2

Refrain:
My cross, my cross
You're made of lowly wood
But in my heart, my cross
(You're more precious than gold) x2

Verse 2:
My cross, my cross
Is with me everywhere
I sign you every morning
(And whenever I fear) x2

Refrain:
My cross, my cross
You're made of lowly wood
But in my heart, my cross
(You're more precious than gold) x2

Verse 3:
My cross, my cross
My victory is in you
The pledge of my success
(In whatever I do) x2

Refrain:
My cross, my cross
You're made of lowly wood
But in my heart, my cross
(You're more precious than gold) x2

Ending:
(You're more precious than gold) x2
My cross, my cross
You're made of lowly wood
But in my heart, my cross
(You're more precious than gold) x2

My Cross, My Cross

In the Midst of the Raging Sea (arabic) + Fr. Joseph Ashang

Jubal is the first musician in the Bible in Genesis 4:21.  He is known as the father of all who play the harp and flute.
ju·bi·la·tion (noun) a feeling of great happiness and triumph.

There are multiple ways to praise the Great Pantocrator. One way is to use the gifts He has given us, such as the talents of singing, tuning and even song writing. JUBALation is the destination for using the talents of Nashville to not only praise God but to give the opportunity for others to learn new songs so that EVERYONE can praise and worship OUR GREAT AND ALMIGHTY GOD!!

Oh come, let us sing to the Lord!
Let us shout joyfully to the Rock of our salvation.
Let us come before His presence with thanksgiving;
Let us shout joyfully to Him with psalms.
PSALM 95:1-2

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JUBAL-ation

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