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Three years and Seven months (5/20/1669)
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Fingerstyle on alternate tuned Takamine F-360S. Song based on a 350+ year old Poem by Anne Bradstreet to mark the death of her granddaughter. Percussion is on a Celtic Bodhrán and bones.
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This is Jeff Kratzman's Christian Page. I have two categories one for Secular and one for Christian songs. I've had a lifelong relationship with Christ and not to explore the spiritual side in music, would be foolish. I hope you enjoy the songs and take the time to follow-up on some of the Bible verses that inspired the songs. I welcome all feedback, but unpleasantness will just be deleted. This isn't a forum for theological debate. If you don't want to listen to Christian Music, try the Jeff Kratzman - Songs link. There's another 50 songs there.
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Genre
Rock • Christian Rock
Author
Lyrics Anne Bradstreet/Jeffrey A Kratzman, Music
Rights
Jeffrey Kratzman (c) 2017, Anne Bradsteet now publ
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November 06, 2020
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MP3 7.1 MB • 320 kbps • 3:07
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WAV 47.2 MB
Story behind the song
I updated the language from the 1669 poem, and added a few lines to even things out. Despite it being over 350 years old the loss of a child or grand child appears to be pretty timeless. The last verse I extended to include the first two lines. Some pains do not just immediately fade and we shouldn't look for them too.
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Three Years and Seven Months (5/20/1669) With troubled heart and trembling hand I write, The heavens have changed - To sorrow my delight How often with disappointment have I met When I on fading things my hopes have been set Experience might before this have made me wise To value things according to their price Was ever stable joy yet found below? Or perfect bliss without its mixture of woe? I knew she was but as a withering flower, Thats here today, perhaps gone in an hour; Like as a bubble, or the brittle glass, Or like a shadow turning as it passed More fool then I to look on what was lent As if mine own, when thus impermanent. Farewell dear child, you can never come to me, But yet a little while, and I shall go to thee; *Too soon to look for pains relief *You no longer here with me Mean time my throbbing hearts cheered up with this: You with our Savior in endless bliss.
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