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[Written by Jeab Louis Mondon for TheLightSeedProject@iconoclast3943] Oh, Jesus my very best friend,Your love for me has no end.You prove it to me whenYou open up a festering woundWith the sharp edge of your Word,Then wash it clean to make me holy,Without stain, wrinkle or blemishCleansing me with the pure water of your Word. When I gaze upon your faceEternity fills my soul’s empty spaceEarthly…

[Spoken Introduction — II Kings 5:26] “Is this the time to take money,Or to accept clothes,Olive groves and vineyards,Flocks and herds,Servants and maidservants?” Is this the timeFor business as usual? [Verse 1] The names upon the maps have changed,Old kingdoms disappear;But every age inheritsThe same ambitions and the fear.The towers rise, the borders move,New promises are made;Yet still the…

By Jean Louis Mondon The cage door opens and closes slowlyHesitating as in an off-beat balletThe bird contemplates her fateTo languish a prisoner insideOr risk everything and escape The stalking black cat plays deadWaiting patiently to hear a movementA flutter of wings signalingThe delicious horror of stumbling Freedom is so close, prudence callsTo go unnoticed, blend with the wallsThe feline…

[By Jean Louis Mondon. For TheLightSeedProject@iconoclast3943 [Note: This song uses restrained satire to confront spiritual control and religious abuse. Its humor is not directed at wounded or sincere believers, but at systems that promise protection while demanding dependence. The movement from irony to solemnity reflects the passage from human bondage to the freedom and security found in Jesus…

Spunky, the miracke Dog! [Verse 1]In the shadow of the Blue Ridge,As the evening settled down,Our little Spunky disappeared—No pawprints could be found.We searched the roads and hollows,Called through every field and pine,But darkness fell around us,And there came no answering sign. [Verse 2]Then eight-year-old Giselle knelt downAnd simply began to pray:“Heavenly Father, I miss Spunky;Please…

By Jean Louis Mondon, Adaptation and visual art by ChatGPT.[Verse 1]High on a ledge between earth and heaven,A young eagle opened its eyesTo valleys, rivers, roads without ending,And the call of the measureless skies.The wind spoke long before wings were ready,And every height began with fear;But the nest could never hold foreverThe life that was planted there. [Verse 2]Then came the first…

Pentecost song of freedom and new beginnings By Jean Louis Mondon with the CahtGPT assistance. [Verse 1]Fifty days from the opened tomb,While wheat fields shone like gold,A faithful few in an upper roomWaited as Christ had told.Then heaven broke the silence,And fear released its hold;A mighty wind came rushing in,And hearts once faint grew bold. [Pre-Chorus]The God who spoke on SinaiNow wrote…

By Jean Louis Mondon for The Light Seed Project [Intro] (Spoken Word, warm and reverent over a slow dulcimer)“Therefore My people will know My name;Therefore they will know on that day that I am He who speaks. Here I am!How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news,Who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation,Who say to Zion, ‘Your God reigns!’…

[Rio de Janeiro, 2010by Jean-Louis Mondon for The Light Seed Project] Verse 1]Above the bay where sea and mountains meet,Through morning haze I watched the stone arise.A shield stood near the summit, strong and still,As though the mountain raised it to the skies. I had looked there many times before,Yet never saw the answer written there.Then through the silence came the ancient word:“Do not be…

By Robert Jackson Harrison for The Light Seed Project. [Instrumental Intro]Fingerpicked guitar, soft fiddle and mountain ambience [Verse 1]Many years ago, when my road grew hard,And trouble weighed heavy on me,I walked to Patapsco beneath the green,Where I had always found peace.The summer leaves shut out the sky,And shadows covered the ground;I left the path with a restless heart,Still…

Publicada por Jean Louis Mondon. Oh, Jesús, el meu millor amic,el teu amor per mi no té fi.M’ho demostres quanobres una ferida que supuraamb el tall esmolat de la teva espasa;després la rentes per fer-me sant,sense taca, arruga ni cap defecte,purificant-me amb l’aigua pura de la teva Paraula. Quan contemplo el teu rostre,l’eternitat omple el buit de la meva ànima.La pena terrenal es torna…

Por Jean Louis Mondon Oh, Jesus, meu melhor amigoTeu amor por mim é infinito.Fielmente demonstra-o a teu filho amado,A espada de tua boca abre uma ferida inflamadaCom a verdade afiada da tua palavra. Quando teu formoso rosto contemploA eternidade preenche o vazio da minh’alma.As truistezas desta terraEm louvores se transformam.Quando a graça e a verdade se encontramA justiça e a paz se beijamEu…

by Jean Louis Mondon for The Light Seed Project] [Spoken voice with emotion]Have you ever heard of Mephiboshet?His name translates to “dispeller of shame,” and his life is widely studied for unmerited grace. Despite his fears, Mephibosheth received undeserved grace and protection from David, a touching biblical example of covenant loyalty and unmerited favor. He was the crippled son of Jonathan…

Ser, Ter e Agir Uma noite bem protegidaDo vento e da chuvaÀ vontade no portoDesfrutando do seu conforto,A vela trocando alegrementeuma melodia abafada,entre o mastro e o aparelhamentoO meu veleiro ancorado na melancoliaSonhava com um toqueQue o traria de volta à vida. Um pequeno suspiro, um simples gestoQuem sabe? Talvez um bailadoDe baleias ou cachalotesPara mover o barco e fazê-lo…

Words on a clothesline, hanging in the windWords and notes on a threshold acrossConnections of the heartFlying on wings unfoldingCollections lulled by melodies hangingBetween trees grounded in the earthPriming emotions to feel movedHoping for one more encounter As a sail that fades sadlyIn the dawn of her destinyAs a train in a stationAs a train in late motionAs a train that crawls awayThe…

Verso 1Palavras no varal, balançando ao vento,Notas numa soleira, no limiar do tempo,Laços do coração, asas que se abrem,Melodias que nos calam e nos cobrem. Emoções que afloram entre as árvores,Acordes que tocam o que há de mais nobre,Na esperança de um reencontro que vem,Como vela que ao longe some, devagar.RefrãoComo trem que parte da estação,Como trem em lento e suave compasso,Como trem que…

Words on a clothesline, hanging in the windWords and notes on a threshold acrossConnections of the heartFlying on wings unfoldingCollections lulled by melodies hangingBetween trees grounded in the earthPriming emotions to feel movedHoping for one more encounter As a sail that fades sadlyIn the dawn of her destinyAs a train in a stationAs a train in late motionAs a train that crawls awayThe…