Song of Lyric Contest Winner Announced!

After much deliberation, the winner of the Song of Lyric Contest has been selected!

Congratulations to Nina Ruth Bruno for her beautiful work. Cameron Banks, who wrote a choral arrangement for The Deliverer will be composing her song and sending her the score. She will also receive the first autographed copy of The Deliverer – Sword of Lyric Series Book 4.

I want to thank each gifted writer who participated. I know your lyrics were a blessing to followers of my blog, and your willingness to play in the world of the Sword of Lyric books also encouraged my heart!

Blessings to all!
Sharon Hinck
 

For those who missed it the first time it was posted, here again is Nina Ruth’s song:

Memories of Braide Wood (Linette’s Song)
by Nina Ruth Bruno

Come wipe the dust from these packed-away dreams,
When a sword’s pierced my heart –
and all’s not what it seems –
Come break the dark with the dawn of the Day,
Oh, Promised One, show me the way…

I remember the scent of the woods,
and the warm hearth of light,
and the place where he stood –
When girlhood hopes towards a future so bright
Were a tune on the breeze and a song in the night.

CHORUS:
But now these are just misty memories,
And I wait in shadows for eyes to see
The coming of the longed-for One
The Hope of all Eternity.

Caught between time with a song and a prayer,
And a hope in a heart now burdened with cares;
Suspended between the Then and Not Yet,
I will quietly wait, and will lift up my head,

Singing…

CHORUS:
Bring to fulfillment these memories,
Lighten these shadows with eyes to see
Oh come to me, longed-for One,
My Hope for all Eternity.
Singing…

CHORUS:
Bring to fulfillment these memories,
Lighten these shadows with eyes to see
Oh come to me, longed-for One,
My Hope for all Eternity.

Singing…
Lai lai lai lai, lai lai lai lai, my Hope for all Eternity…

[Repeats/fades]

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Known

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,    before you were born I set you apart;”  Jeremiah 1:5a (NIV)

Today I’m rejoicing that we aren’t random or accidental. God designed our unique beings–body, mind, and spirit. We are known and we are loved.

Blessings!
Sharon Hinck

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Birthday Wishes

My birthday is this weekend, and I get to share a treat with YOU:

The paperback of The Deliverer is now available to pre-order!

And I can’t think of any birthday gift I’d love more than to have readers place their orders this weekend.

If you do, please let me know… and have a slice of cyber cake!

Blessings,
Sharon Hinck

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Beautiful Vistas

Part of the pain of being an artist (whether with paint, dance, or words) is that during the process of translating an artistic vision into a medium that can be shared, the result doesn’t always match up with the image in our minds. I find it particularly frustrating when trying to communicate about “God stuff.” God is so beyond description that my efforts will always fall short.

I seek to write truth-filled stories, but my words often feel clumsy. They are the best words I have to offer, but I express only hints of what I long to understand or share.

Then I remember why I feel called to work in the arts (music, theatre, dance, and now writing). God is so awesome and multifaceted that we need a WIDE variety of means to communicate with Him and about Him. One means isn’t enough. Give me a pipe organ, but also compose a work on electric guitar. Write a sonnet, but also a thriller. Every kind of art, every genre, gives us one more facet of His beauty, and one more means to convey the truth of our falleness and His grace.

Yes, the efforts will fall short, but the attempt is glorious, because as we study the beautiful vista in order to interpret it, we are changed by it.

So let’s continue the struggle of creating art in every form, hoping others will glimpse the beauty of God’s grace at work within the reality of our sometimes ugly lives.

Blessings!
Sharon Hinck
(author of The Deliverer)

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Lyric Entry – Sharron Minchella

Thank you to everyone participating in the Song of Lyric contest!
Here’s an entry by Sharron Minchella

INFORMATION ON THE CONTEST HERE

The winner will be announced in June.

 
Song of Lyric
 
by Sharron Minchella

In Lyric’s tower the One abides,
but roof and wall can’t hold him.
His power is seen on battlefields
and in the hearts of men.

People of the Verses
come worship the One.
He alone is worthy
of hymns and adoration.

Hazor’s fires and Rhusican poison
can never overcome us.
For we will trust in the One alone
to come and to deliver.

People of the Verses
come worship the One.
He alone is worthy
of hymns and adoration.

When trouble comes and overwhelms,
we run to your strong tower.
Our arms are raised as the music plays,
the mist of your peace surrounds us.

People of the Verses
come worship the One.
He alone is worthy
of hymns and adoration.

We sing your Verses to remember
the reason for our joy.
For you have once again restored us
and turned us back to you.

People of the Verses
come worship the One.
He alone is worthy
of hymns and adoration.

Strengthen our arms for each new battle,
and equip us with your word.
For we have come to pledge ourselves
the protector of your house.

People of the Verses
come worship the One.
He alone is worthy
of hymns and adoration.
 

Please encourage each author with your comments. (They get extra points in the contest for comments).

Stop back often for more entries!

Blessings!
Sharon Hinck

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The Dawn

“Then your light will break forth like the dawn,
    and your healing will quickly appear;
then your righteousness will go before you,
    and the glory of the Lord will be your rear guard.” Isaiah 58:8 (NIV)

Lord, grant hope to all of us who await Your healing. Amen.




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Lyric Entry – Naomi Conti

Thank you to everyone participating in the Song of Lyric contest!
Here’s an entry by Naomi Conti

INFORMATION ON THE CONTEST HERE

The winner will be announced in June.

 
The Song Of The One

With the power of the Verses
And the strength of our swords,
We trust in Your Word;
In Your almighty hand, Lord.
There is no fear for those
Who trust in Your  might;
Alone on high are You
Above the hill gods’ sight:
Awesome You are.

The eyes of the Hazorites
Your wrath they see and fear,
The Kahlareans will tremble when they hear,
The people of Rhus will cease spoken
violence,                                            
They will know, and thus be silenced;                                                          
That the One dwells in the midst of His           
people.  

You alone are to be feared;
Before You will come one and all.
The nations will come to pay You homage;
Upon their faces will they fall.
They will all acknowledge You as God,
For the fear of You will fall hard
From the River Borders to the Clay Hills.

The Hazorites saw Your doings;
They turned and fled their posts.
For You had sent us a Restorer,
Thus they knew You fought their hosts.
From the sky came the dreadful rumble and                              
      light,
Quickening our enemies to surrender the
fight;
You gave us the victory.

Then when Hazor closed about us again,
Creeping as ghosts in the night;
Unknown to us, You were preparing
The most unlikely Restorer to fight.
For You used only Songkeepers and one
man of might,
To deliver the city of Lyric so bright;
Unscathed, she remains to this day.

But when the danger turned homeward,
Deceived by Cameron we sought
To nullify the True Verses’ soundness,
With verses that were not.
So You raised up a new Restorer,
To bring us back to the truth;
He and the guardians fought for our lands,
To take Rendor out of the enemy’s hands,
Thus Cameron’s evil plans were destroyed.

And now, O Holy One,
We worship you this day;
We remember all this You have done
To restore us to You way.
And now, O Lord, please,
Remember us, we pray;
Forgive us now our every sin,
Heal our hearts from deep within;
Our lives proclaim Your Name.

                         -Naomi Conti

Please encourage each author with your comments. (They get extra points in the contest for comments).

Stop back often for more entries!

Blessings!
Sharon Hinck

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Lyric Entry – Jake Buller

Thank you to everyone participating in the Song of Lyric contest!
Here’s an entry by Jake Buller

INFORMATION ON THE CONTEST HERE

The winner will be announced in June.

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Deliver Us Soon

There was a fight on Corros Fields
The One rode with us to glory
There was a strength in Braide Wood
Where the One was weaving his story.

There was a passion in Rendor
To let loose the Verses’ song
There was a tower tall in Lyric
Wherein we all belong.

And so we run, and so we run
But sick and weakened we may fall;
And so we weary turn to the One
Who hearkens us to hear His call.

Hear us!  Hear us! One Eternal, hear us!
Draw us into your arms, come near us
We need Your redeeming hand
To heal our weary hearts, our land
Deliver us! You alone know our fate.
Deliver us! O Deliverer, we wait.

There is a sorrow on Corros Fields
That makes the rain seem like tears
There is a sadness in Braide Wood
Where it seems like no one hears.

There is an anguish in Rendor
Like dusk on a hurting soul
There is a lingering fear in Lyric
Like the world is out of control.

And so we run, and so we run
But there is no flight from sorrow
And with tears we turn to the One
Who sees the uncertain tomorrow.

Hear us!  Hear us! One Eternal, hear us!
Draw us into your arms, come near us
We cry out for Your redeeming hand
To heal our hurts, our wounds, our land
Deliver us!  Our time of trial is at noon
Deliver us!  O Deliverer—come soon.

Please encourage each author with your comments. (They get extra points in the contest for comments).

Stop back often for more entries!

Blessings!
Sharon Hinck

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