Der Tag vor Ostern - Karsamstag

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Der Tag vor Ostern - Karsamstag

Der Tag vor Ostern - Karsamstag

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Miezel |         

und am dritten Tage auferstanden … ein schöner Gedanke

deleted_6195 |         

Die Himmelsleiter falsch herum. Gefällt mir.

Matze_malt |         

FUTSCH für IMMER! … aber sowas von!!!

>> s. Hompage DEUTSCHLANDFUNK (Beitrag vom 29.03.2013)::

"Tod, wo ist dein Stachel? 1. Kor. 15,55 bei Händel, Brahms und Johnny Cash"


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die Bibel -1. Korinther 15,55:«

»Tod, wo ist dein Sieg? Tod, wo ist dein Stachel?«

Johnny Cash († 12.9.2003 in Nashville, Tennessee) ...

… hat dieses Lied - einen Vers des Apostels Paulus aus der BIBEL (Neues Testament) - wenige Monate vor seinem Tod aufgenommen. Er war 71 Jahre alt und ein schwerkranker Mann im Rollstuhl - seine innigst geliebte Frau, June Carter Cash, war erst wenige Monate vorher verstorben († 15.5.2003) …


»Oh Death, Where Is Thy Sting?«
(Oh Tod, wo ist dein Stachel? Grab, wo ist dein Sieg?)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LgO9nq5A4x4

Oh Death, where is thy sting?
Oh Grave, where is they victory?
Oh Life, you are a shining path.
And hope springs eternal, just over the rise,
When I see my redeemer beckoning me.

Oh row my ship over the waves of your sea
Let me find a safe port now and then
Don't let the dark one in your sanctuary
Until it's time to pack it in.

Oh, row, row my ship
With the fire of your breath
And don't lay a broadside on your ship as yet
Blow ye warm winds
When it's chilly and wet
And don't come to soon yet
For collecting my debt.

Oh Death, where is thy sting?
Oh Grave, where is they victory?
Oh Life, you are a shining path.
And hope springs eternal, just over the rise,
When I see my redeemer beckoning me.

Oh let me sail on
With my ship to the East
And keep my eye on the North Star
When the journey is no good for man or for beast
I'll be safe wherever you are.

Just let me sail into your harbor of lights
And there and forever to cast out my night
Give me my task
And let me do it right
And do it with all of my might.

Oh Death, where is thy sting?
Oh Grave, where is they victory?
Oh Life, you are a shining path.
And hope springs eternal, just over the rise,
When I see my redeemer beckoning me.

Oh Death, where is thy sting? >>> "Oh Tod, wo ist dein Stachel?"

>> Deshalb ist des Schnitters Sense FUTSCH – für immer!

fuenf |         

Dem Schnitter geht das Werkzeug zu Bruch?
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