You’ve got to hand it to Isaac Watts. He wrote this hymn in 1715 and it’s still just as fresh and wonderful today as it was when he signed his name to it.
I Sing the Mighty Power of God, sung by the Mountain Anthems.
You’ve got to hand it to Isaac Watts. He wrote this hymn in 1715 and it’s still just as fresh and wonderful today as it was when he signed his name to it.
I Sing the Mighty Power of God, sung by the Mountain Anthems.
I love the melody and words of this song so much, I put it in my song book. It’s a book I put together, with hymns and choruses (so far there are 228), we use it each day for our family devotions.
This one was a Sunday school favorite.
Great song. We need more of this to heal our souls.
It’s always been one of my favorite hymns.
I wonder how long it took Isaac to write the lyrics to this tune. Some musicians say songs and lyrics just come to them in an inspiration. Some of Paul McCartneys came to him in a dream.
I am not an expert, nor famous author, or poet.
Nevertheless, during a very trying time in my life, for a period of about two years, I wrote poetry (many say some of it is quite good, you could read “The Path Life Takes” and find out). As you stated concerning McCartney, those poems came to me as an inspiration, out of nowhere, just poured into my mind, so to speak. I had to keep a pad of paper and pen close, for that inspiration could come at any time. And if I didn’t write down those thoughts right away, most of the time, they would quickly fade away, and be lost forever.
One time I was in bed, about to fall asleep, and inspiration hit me. I had to turn the light on, and begin to write. I wrote for half an hour, and that inspiration left, as suddenly as it started, and I could write no more. I reread what I just wrote, and it was done, a complete poem, which needed almost no editing. Many came to me just like that. It would be nice if my books came to me like that.
Don’t tell my boss, but that happened at work one time. I had to stop what I was working on for about 30 minutes, and write the poem that just flowed into my mind. At other times, it took hours, or days to finish. One time I had an almost complete, poem, but couldn’t finish the ending, six months later it finally came to me, and in 20 minutes it was finished.
The Writing Process
To those who are not serious writers, these questions might have passed through your thoughts a time or two. Why is a quiet secluded spot the best place to do some earnest writing? And, why doesn’t a writer like to be interrupted when writing? Focus and concentration is the short answer.
Sometimes an interruption is not a problem for a writer; however, at times even a slight distraction can be the cause of a lost idea, a thought, mental picture, notion or concept. The loss of concentration often means, what was starting to form in the mind, starting to become clear, has now dissipated, vanished, most of the time never to reappear or be heard from again. Ideas are like bubbles; the slightest disturbance can cause them to dissipate rather quickly.
Ideas just float around, having no definite direction, destination or purpose, just going wherever the wind takes it. To capture one, to make it conform to your thoughts at times is very trying. Ideas to a writer are like small pieces of ivory soap floating in a swift moving stream of water. They are hard enough to catch without an interruption, and even if you manage to grab onto one, it may break apart, dissolve anyway and be lost, even though trying hard to cling to it. And if you are distracted for even a short period of time, the piece you were attempting to capture before your interruption is now just floating away and out of reach.
Really, a stable, reasonably quiet environment is a must.
This kind of reminds me of some words I “heard or thought” a couple of nights ago.
As follows: Our God created all, animals, birds and fish of the sea. He made it all, both large and small; meadow grass and lemon tree.
All these things both great and small, in the earth they are running free, the only ones with free will to act and you and me.
That’s a mighty nice dream.
I see I made a typo in the last line. These twisted arthritic fingers do this all the time.’
I meant are, not and. oh well.
Y’know, I didn’t notice. I guess the eye automatically corrects a small error like that.
I’m glad to have you here with or without typos.
Sorry if this is on here twice, but the first time it wouldn’t post.
I am not an expert, nor famous musician, or author, or poet.
During a very trying time in my life, for a period of about two years, I wrote poetry (many say some of it is quite good, you could read “The Path Life Takes” and find out). As you stated concerning McCartney, those poems came to me as an inspiration, out of nowhere, just poured into my mind, so to speak. I had to keep a pad of paper and pen close, for that inspiration could come at any time. And if I didn’t write down those thoughts right away, most of the time, they would quickly fade away, and be lost forever.
One time, I was in bed, about to fall asleep, and inspiration hit me. I had to turn the light on, and begin to write. I wrote for half an hour, and that inspiration left, as suddenly as it started, and I could write no more. I reread what I just wrote, and it was done, a complete poem, which needed almost no editing. Many came to me just like that. It would be nice if my books came to me like that.
Don’t tell my boss, but that happed at work one time. I had to stop what I was working on for about 30 minutes, and write the poem that just flowed into my mind. At other times, it took hours, or days to finish. One time I had an almost complete, poem, but couldn’t finish the ending, six months later it finally came to me, and in 20 minutes it was finished.
The Writing Process
To those of you who are not serious writers, these questions might have passed through your thoughts a time or two. Why is a quiet secluded spot the best place to do some earnest writing? And, why doesn’t a writer like to be interrupted when writing? Focus and concentration is the short answer.
Sometimes an interruption is not a problem for a writer; however, at times even a slight distraction can be the cause of a lost idea, a thought, mental picture, notion or concept. The loss of concentration often means, what was starting to form in the mind, starting to become clear, has now dissipated, vanished, most of the time never to reappear or be heard from again. Ideas are like bubbles; the slightest disturbance can cause them to dissipate rather quickly.
Ideas just float around, having no definite direction, destination or purpose, just going wherever the wind takes it. To capture one, to make it conform to your thoughts at times is very trying. Ideas to a writer are like small pieces of ivory soap floating in a swift moving stream of water. They are hard enough to catch without an interruption, and even if you manage to grab onto one, it may break apart, dissolve anyway and be lost, even though trying hard to cling to it. And if you are distracted for even a short period of time, the piece you were attempting to capture before your interruption is now just floating away and out of reach.
But it did post the first time, Mike. Phoebe says you have to wait a few minutes, when that happens. I can’t say yea or nay because it’s all totally different at my end.
I did wait, about half an hour. The next time, it posted right away.
Sometimes it does take more than a few minutes. But eventually it will show up.
Phoebe, thanks, I think you’ve cracked the case!