| Ühel hommikul |
One Morning
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Peeter Sink Ühel hommikul kaob udu, ülimaiselt on kirgas ilm. Nüüd ma rannal veel seisan ja vaatan, lained mänglevad
kividel; Mitu sõpra on läin´d udu taha, üle vete viis
parvemees. Ühel hommikul kaob udu ja ligineb rannale paat. Ühel hommikul saan pidurõivad, rannaleetel´jääb
argirüü. Ühel hommikul kaob udu, ülimaiselt on kirgas ilm. |
Peeter Sink One morning the fog will be gone, the weather wondrously bright. One morning the sea will be clear and my eyes will see something new. I still stand on the shore and watch the waves dance on the rocks; my heart has a premonition about when I will go on my way. Many friends have gone beyond mist in the boat of the ferryman. Seagull flies and fog covers the sea, in the clouds there is sadness and grief. One morning the fog will be gone and the boat will near the shore. They will then say: “The sun is setting – no, look, the morning has come!” One morning I put on festive attire, my old clothes will be left on the shore. They can bury them in the ground, for the butterfly has left its cocoon. One morning the fog will be gone, the weather wondrously bright. Wreath of sunlight will show me the one I have only seen in my dreams, the one I have seen only in dreams. |
| Kusagil äike, kusagil päike |
Somewhere
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Peeter Sink Kusagi äike, kusagil päike, kusagil vihm ja kusagil
põud. Kellel on ilu, kellel on valu, kellel on nälg ja kellel on jõud. Ühel on rõõmu, teisel on valu, ühel on põrgu, teisel on taevad. Kusagil päev ja kusagil öö, kellel on surm ja kellel on arm… Kusagil vaikselt käib Jumala töö, kusagil vaikselt käib Jumala töö. |
Peeter Sink Somewhere is thunder, somewhere is sun, somewhere is rain and somewhere is drought. Some have beauty, some have pain, some have hunger and some have might. One has happiness, other has pain, one has hell, other has heaven. Somewhere is day and somewhere is night, some have death and some have grace… Quietly somewhere God's work is being done, quietly somewhere God's work is being done. |
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Grace
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Peeter Sink Arm mind kannab, jõudu annab, armu arvel elan ma. Tühjalt tulen, täielt lähen, iga päev see kordub nii. Armust laulan kuni elan, armu arvel suren ka. |
Peeter Sink Grace sustains me and gives me strength to live. Grace gives me all I need, grace is fathomless. It will fill my emptiness. Empty I come, fulfilled I leave, it recurs so every day. Blessed I feel as a child of grace. It will smooth the path of life. Of grace I will sing all my life, I will also die in grace. Even in heaven one day will I hear praise to grace in a beautiful heavenly hymn. |
Dust of the Ground
Peeter Sink
You are dust of the ground, I am dust of the ground, from dust are we created and dust we shall become.
The soil we walk on will welcome us.
Big or small, an outcast or the sun –
Dust, dust, you are dust, a handful of dust.
Under the crown of the king, the wreath of the all-wise is just a handful of dust.
Handful of dust holds wrath, wilfulness, envy and pursuit of pleasure,
Coveting, fighting and still not having enough, a handful of dust only wants to be bigger,
And even crudely suppress others - this handful of dust.
In a handful of dust is gold, the beauty of God's wisdom, a meaning, an incredible masterpiece created by His hands.
He has planted a lasting treasure, a heavenly fire that longs for Him from the distant, earthly realm.
Within there's a bit of hell and a bit of heaven, which one will win and which will claim this handful of dust?
You are a handful of dust, I am a handful of dust.
Left Behind
Peeter Sink
The seas and lands are soon left behind us, the islands of dreams and the land of pain:
Left behind are bloody battlegrounds, ballrooms and woodland trails.
The past won't recur, will not bring any more anguish, fear for tomorrow will not darken our sky.
My tomorrow is more beautiful than the loveliest dream, when tomorrow's melody means grace.
The seas and lands are soon left behind us, the islands of dreams and the land of pain
On a Quiet Night
Peeter Sink
On a quiet night I am kneeling before You.
Surrounded by peace, quiet and serenity of the dream world.
I am searching for the heaven's door.
Silently, silently, veneration in my heart.
Silently, silently, veneration in my heart.
I come looking for the eye of Your grace in the night,
being frail, frozen and impure – I am searching for the heaven's door!
Lord, You Have Been
Psalm 90:1-3
Lord, thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations.
Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world
even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God.
Thou turnest man to destruction
and sayest: “Return, ye children of men!”
Praying somewhere
Peeter Sink
Somewhere, someone is praying for me. Who and where?
I do not know, but it feels good, for somewhere, someone is praying for me.
Somewhere, someone is praying for me. Why, yes, why?
A divine thread unravels that will pull me out of my night of anguish.
I would like to see who is praying for me, to secretly hear their words,
see the face of the one with the thirst – to sacrifice prayers and thanks for me!
I was taken to holiest temple. A veil of darkness hid their face:
It was an angel, praying there, smouldering embers hidden in chest.
Somewhere, someone is praying for me.
Heart Is a Holy Place
Marje Sink
Heart is a holy place, a home to love.
When day is over and ship lands, love will not end.
When day is over and ship lands, love will not end.
Always keep your heart pure and beautiful,
the flowers of love will then bloom and smell.
Fidelity, love and faithfulness, humbleness and gentleness:
let these beautiful fruits of Spirit embellish your hearts.
Heart is a holy place, a home to love.
When day is over and ship lands, love will not end.
When day is over and ship lands, love will not end.
Oh, If Only I Were
Peeter Sink
Oh, if only I were storm or wind, breaking all trees in a forest of oaks!
Oh, if only I were the lips of God, waking the bones of the dead!
Oh, if only I were flame of the Lord, igniting everything around me and in my path!
And if my word were a sword, what would happen, what would happen then!
I am not wind, nor flame yet – neither of those in this world.
My soul is part happy, part sad.
I am but a tear in His eye, I am but a tear in His eye.
The Peace of Sunday
Maria Rajandi
Holy peace, the peace of Sunday, descend onto a sad soul.
Holy peace, the peace of Sunday, erase the tension of unrest.
Nature worships and praises You, the sound of bells calling me from afar:
kneel down in prayer, then you can find peace.
Holy peace, the peace of Sunday, descend onto a sad soul.
Holy peace, the peace of Sunday, erase the tension of unrest.
In this world no power can settle your soul.
Come to the cross, there you will be freed of your burden.
Holy peace, the peace of Sunday, descend onto a sad soul.
Holy peace, the peace of Sunday, erase the tension of unrest.
In My Quiet Chamber
Peeter Sink
Come into my quiet chamber that the night has reached.
Before I turn off the lamp, come and weigh my work.
Come and share my troubles, I will confess my dismay to You, I will hand it to You.
You can bring the heavens into my room, I will drink solace from Your Word.
My soul has sunk hollow: so fruitless seems the day.
Evil has woven a web, my home is surrounded by night.
Come – even for just a moment – to embrace a weary child.
I will then receive strength for new journey and perhaps at last even fall asleep.
Come into my quiet chamber that the night has reached.
Before I turn off the lamp, come and weigh my work.
Give Thanks Unto the Lord
Psalm 118:1,6
O give thanks unto the Lord, for he is good,
because his mercy endureth for ever
because his mercy endureth for ever
o give thanks unto the Lord, for he is good!
The Lord is on my side, I will not fear, what can man do unto me.
The Lord is on my side.
O give thanks unto the Lord, for he is good,
because his mercy endureth for ever
because his mercy endureth for ever
o give thanks unto the Lord, for he is good!
Mary
Klara Sinik
She came quietly, gently, a precious vessel in her hands.
Only Him saw her eyes as she slowly approached.
And shattering the precious vessel she understood, she felt it clearly,
That this alone was not enough, so she sacrificed her life.
Soon stern and wicked gazes will condemn her work.
They do not understand good will and hands in prayer joined.
Often disciples do not understand each other and jealousy rears its head,
when benefit he cannot see, he asks: “What good will it do?”
Mary was startled, whole room smelled of precious nard.
Not wanting trouble, she did all she could.
But Jesus understood, He favoured Mary's work of love.
He tried to comfort her, this still is being talked about.
Just know, when judging others, not only them you hurt,
but let your soul be poisoned, which death to you will bring.
She came quietly, gently, a precious vessel in her hands.
Only Him saw her eyes as she slowly approached.
Glorious Life
Peeter Sink
Glorious life, guided by Spirit, deep joy to the soul will bring.
Glorious to be here, by His grace carried, miraculous is the path of God.
Glorious life, glorious life, miraculous is the path of God!
Free of sorrows, walking His paths, all the burdens are lifted from me.
Needless hurry will end, I fathom: being silent is better, hearing His voice.
Glorious life, glorious life, miraculous is the path of God!
Guided by God, a spring we become. Living water flows into others from us.
We will become God's feet and hands, which he sends forth the truth to preach.
Glorious life, glorious life, miraculous is the path of God!