The olive trees leaned close to him, as Jesus bowed to pray.

Sav­ior, on his knees will say, “Father, have your way.”

“I want this cup to pass from me,” In agony he moaned.

But His bro­ken­ness had to be, for he had always known.

The [...]]]> The Only Thing Bro­ken Was His Heart

Brian Free and Assurance

The olive trees leaned close to him, as Jesus bowed to pray.

Sav­ior, on his knees will say, “Father, have your way.”

“I want this cup to pass from me,” In agony he moaned.

But His bro­ken­ness had to be, for he had always known.

The suf­fer­ing of the cross lay before him.

His blood would be demanded to pay the price for sin.

He was bruised, he was scourged,

He was crushed beyond belief,

Sent to die for our shame bear the weight of all our grief.

As the prophets proph­e­sied he was beaten and so marred.

But the only thing bro­ken, the only thing bro­ken was his heart.

Pilot gave the ver­dict, then he washed his hands.

Jesus would be cru­ci­fied to quiet their demands.

On the cross they lifted up his body racked with pain.

He was reviled, he was rebuked, they cursed and mocked his name.

Greater than the anguish of his body that day,

Was the sor­row deep in his eye as the father turned away.

He was bruised, he was scourged,

He was crushed beyond belief,

Sent to die for our shame bear the weight of all our grief.

As the prophets proph­e­sied he was beaten and so marred.

But the only thing bro­ken, the only thing bro­ken was his heart.

He was bruised, he was scourged,

He was crushed beyond belief.

Sent to die for our shame bear the weight of all our grief.

As the prophets proph­e­sied he was beaten and so marred.

But the only thing bro­ken, the only thing bro­ken was his heart.

It is rhythmically based on the subdivisions of time into [...]]]> Music is a science.

It is exact, specific; and it demands exact acoustics.  A conductor’s full score is a chart, a graph which indicates frequencies, intensities, volume changes, melody and harmony all at once and with the most exact control of time.

Music is mathematical.

It is rhythmically based on the subdivisions of time into fractions which must be done instantaneously, not worked out on paper.

Music is a foreign language.

Most of the terms are in Italian, German or French; and the notation is certainly not English but a highly developed kind of shorthand that uses symbols to represent ideas.  The semantics of music is the most complete and universal language.

Music is history.

Music usually reflects the environment and times of its creation, often even the country and/ or racial feeling.

Music is physical education.

It requires fantastic coordination of fingers, hands, arms, lip, cheek and facial muscles, in addition to extraordinary control of diaphragmatic, back, stomach, and chest muscles, which respond instantly to the sound the ear hears and the mind interprets.

Music is all these things, but most of all, music is art.

It allows a human being to take all of these dry, technically boring (but difficult) techniques and use them to create emotion.
That is one thing science cannot duplicate; humanism, feeling, emotion, call it what you will.

That is why we teach music.

Not because we expect our students to major in music
Not because we expect them to play or sing all their life
Not so they can relax
Not so they can have fun.
But so they will be human
So they will recognize beauty
So they will be sensitive
So they will be closer to an infinite beyond this world
So they will have something to cling to
So they will have more love, more compassion, more gentleness, more good
- – in short, more life.
Of what value will it be to make a prosperous living unless you know how to live?

That is why we teach music.

-Author Unknown