Name: Sunday Suite by William Maddock
Duration: 7 min 20 s
Description: A Sunday of worship is portrayed in themes for pipe organ. The musical foundation of the work is a theme, "Wintersong", that I composed, having come to me in the early morning, the day after my brother's wedding as I watched a cow pasturing amid patchy fog across the country road from my motel room on a crisp November morning.

I don't usually record the piano and singing separately, but I did this time and had a hard time lining the tracks up and a hard time singing on key. I never claimed to be a singer. Also, this song is for guitar, not piano. And maybe if I don't tell you all the other mistakes in the song you won't notice. Maybe. This isn't really a confession, the words just came to mind, but they did hit home. 

Lyrics:
My honor is just a suit
Of armor where I hide
Outside in the cold
There's no place to go
So I'll stay inside

My courage just fell
My bravery has gone weak
Each word comes out wrong
They have all along
So I won't speak

But oh my God, won't you life me
All my hopes are drifting
Satan's hands have begun sifting
So won't you life me
Wont' you life me

There is no fuel to run on
My love tank is dry
I'm stuck in the rain
My bounty has drained
But I can't catch a drop

My heart was turned stone
From being alone
Now it has stopped

Oh my God, take my hand
Pull me from the old man
In your word I find new hope
In Christ alone
In Christ alone

In Christ Alone


Here's the lyrics:

They prepared a cross for my savior
On which to nail His hands
Upon a hill
They would kill
The sacrificial lamb

They prepared nails for my savior
To drive into His feet
And so to hold
Him to the wood
Until it was complete

But Jesus is there no longer, under the weight of my sin
No the power of heaven is stronger 
The cross is empty again

Upon a cross my savior
Suffered where I should be
And in my place
Amazing grace
Died to make me free

In a quiet tomb lay my savior 
When the power of hell seemed so strong
But as sin had died
We're justified
Jesus rose in a glorious song

And He is there no longer, under the weight of my sin
No the power of heaven is stronger 
The cross is empty again

Copyright is mine

The Cross is Empty Again

I'm missing my home church, Rockport, this morning, so I wrote this song.

Copyright is mine. 

Sunday

Empty Jars

This is the very first song that I ever wrote, put a tune to, and held on to long enough to share it. I wrote it several years ago, and every once in awhile I pull it up and play it again. 

I didn't practice before I recorded this, it isn't perfect. Again, I have a host of creatures playing background vocals. 

Lyrics:
I thought today who I would be if you let me go
What I would do, where I would me, and where I would go
'Cause Lord I know where I was going
Lord I know just what I'd do
There is no way I could ever, ever make it without you

Lord, I want to be with you when I walk through the doors of eternity
Don't let me go, don't let me go
I want to be where you are, I want to stay with you in paradise
Don't let me go, don't let me go

My heart's so weak, my heart would fall if it had its will
Lord, I'm so frail and so unfaithful, but you're faithful still
Lord, you saw where I was going, 
When you snatched me from the dark
And there is nothing, nothing that I would ever put between us

I would run away without you
Lord, I'm so wandering prone
I would run away from my lover
I would run away from home


Don't Let Me Go

Song of Hope by the Jost family

This is just me on my uke. I noticed I didn't keep a very steady pace or annouciate some of my words. 

Lyrics:
Murky water blurred your vision
Drowning out the sound of wisdom
Blinded to reality and who you are
Try to squeeze you into a world
Where you can't win and you can't fly
Why, oh why, go on?

Do you have any idea how much you're loved
Any idea that the God above
Looks into your heart and longs to hold you tight?
Do you have any idea that long ago
He chose you to live outside the status quo 
Walking in beauty and knowing who you are?
This is your song of hope

There's a love like you've never known
You were created for Jesus alone
A priceless treasure and His great design
He paid the highest all for your gain
To walk the plank into a sea of pain
Why, oh why?

Do you have any idea how much you're loved
Any idea that the God above
Looks into your heart and longs to hold you tight?
Do you have any idea that long ago
He chose you to live outside the status quo 
Walking in beauty and knowing who you are?
This is your song of hope

Song of Hope

I got a new tin whistle and tried my old favorite. I missed a few notes, but my fingers remember better than I thought they did. Yay!

Joe Cooley's Reel

A Sunday of worship is portrayed in themes for pipe organ. The musical foundation of the work is a theme, "Wintersong", that I composed, having come to me in the early morning, the day after my brother's wedding as I watched a cow pasturing amid patchy fog across the country road from my motel room on a crisp November morning.

Sunday Suite

William Maddock

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