The Christian world is mourning the death of worship leader/composer Brian Doerksen
God’s love is amazing, steady and unchanging. That’s why Brian was convinced that the time to worship is always now.
And with that in mind, his pen became a torch to light a fire within our hearts that could purify and refine us so that our lives might be pure as gold and precious silver.
He encouraged us to call out to our Faithful One again and again in order to light the fire of devotion that is so easily prone to die out.
Taking his cues from King David, Brian lifted his eyes up to the mountains and discovered where his help truly came from. His lyrics invited us to do the same.
But today we are worshiping through a veil of tears having released our brother into the arms of love.
Black horned-rimmed glasses, long white hair. I’d recognize him anywhere.
A heart for God and young folk, too. He touched my life but never knew.
For Pete’s sake! Ralph gave our faith wings. His upbeat praise songs helped us sing.
A restless one? I think he was ‘cause Ralph was bored with hymn-drum blahs.
This gifted bulb was soon root-bound and could not flourish underground.
Ralph’s blades and shoots broke through the sod. This rebel was a gift from God.
His plant grew up. Became a tree. The rest they say is history.
From first violin to Big Band king, Ralph Carmichael was everything.
He’s everything to me and you because he saw we needed new.
I sing his praises though he’s gone. Because of Ralph, the song goes on!
The man and his music both brought us deep joy. Ralph Carmichael gave grace a voice. Composing, arranging, conducting and such, Ralph wired our hearts to rejoice.
With Mar at his side, this musician of note continued to show us the score. The soundtrack for living that flowed from his pen was embellished with grace notes galore.
I’m just one of those grateful for what Ralph has wrought. There are millions who counted him friend. A friend who inspired our childlike faith through his music again and again.
On each continent we worship breaking bread and sharing wine. We are joined in sweet communion tasting grace while marking time. Purchased by Christ’s blood and body, we’re diverse as we can be. On this holy day we gather mindful of our unity.
On each continent we worship to proclaim Christ Jesus King. Borders blur as anthems echo in the lyrics that we sing. In all corners of Christ’s Kingdom we proclaim His majesty. On this holy day we gather mindful we are family.
On each continent we worship one in mind and one in heart. Children of a common Father each a necessary part of the whole that God intended to achieve His Kingdom come. On this holy day we gather, mindful that the Church is one.