First Sunday in Lent
First Sunday in Lent Texts: Genesis 3:1-21 2 Corinthians 6:1-10 Matthew 4:1-11 Rev. Michael Daniels Zion Lutheran Church, Tomball, TX
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Tuesday, March 10, 2020
Quinquagesima
Quinquagesima
Quinquagesima Texts: 1 Samuel 16:1-13 1 Corinthians 13:1-13 Luke 18:31-43 Rev. Christopher Hull Zion Lutheran Church, Tomball, TX
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Quinquagesima Texts: 1 Samuel 16:1-13 1 Corinthians 13:1-13 Luke 18:31-43 Rev. Christopher Hull Zion Lutheran Church, Tomball, TX
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Septuagesima
Septuagesima
Septuagesima Texts: Exodus 17:1-7 1 Corinthians 9:24-10:5 Matthew 20:1-16 Rev. Michael Daniels Zion Lutheran Church, Tomball, TX
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Septuagesima Texts: Exodus 17:1-7 1 Corinthians 9:24-10:5 Matthew 20:1-16 Rev. Michael Daniels Zion Lutheran Church, Tomball, TX
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Sunday, March 8, 2020
Sexagesima
Sexagesima
Sexagesima Texts: Isaiah 55:10-13 2 Corinthians 11:19-12:9 Luke 8:4-15 Rev. Christopher Hull Zion Lutheran Church, Tomball, TX
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Sexagesima Texts: Isaiah 55:10-13 2 Corinthians 11:19-12:9 Luke 8:4-15 Rev. Christopher Hull Zion Lutheran Church, Tomball, TX
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The Skye Boat Song - Clamavi De Profundis
The Skye Boat Song - Clamavi De Profundis
Please support our work on Patreon! https://ift.tt/2gzQx1D iTunes Link: https://goo.gl/ueZCkq Amazon Link: https://goo.gl/3ZeGuD Google Play Link: https://goo.gl/BLJWD3 Spotify Link: https://goo.gl/uoR1xH https://www.twitter.com/ClamaviDe Here is our version of the Scottish folk song, "The Skye Boat Song." My brother arranged this piece and my family sang it. We hope you enjoy this song! A note on our interpretation: We wanted to branch out into this genre of music, as it has been close to us for a long time. We tried to combine the simple, campfire charm of folk music with our typical cinematic sound. We decided to incorporate a couple extra beautiful Scottish melodies within the piece, (The Bluebells of Scotland, and Bonnie Charlie) as they seem to resonate with the text and the feeling of the piece as a whole. We hope you enjoy this one! Thanks so much for your support! Lyrics: Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing, Onward! the sailors cry; Carry the lad that's born to be King Over the sea to Skye. Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar, Thunderclaps rend the air; Baffled, our foes stand on the shore, Follow they will not dare. Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing, Onward! the sailors cry; Carry the lad that's born to be King Over the sea to Skye. Many’s the lad, fought on that day Well the claymore did wield; When the night came, silently lay Dead on Cullodens field. Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing, Onward! the sailors cry; Carry the lad that's born to be King Over the sea to Skye. Though the waves leap, soft will ye sleep, Ocean's a royal bed. Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep Watch by your weary head. Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing, Onward! the sailors cry; Carry the lad that's born to be King Over the sea to Skye. Will ye no' come back again? Will ye no' come back again? Better loved ye canna be. Will ye no' come back again?
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Please support our work on Patreon! https://ift.tt/2gzQx1D iTunes Link: https://goo.gl/ueZCkq Amazon Link: https://goo.gl/3ZeGuD Google Play Link: https://goo.gl/BLJWD3 Spotify Link: https://goo.gl/uoR1xH https://www.twitter.com/ClamaviDe Here is our version of the Scottish folk song, "The Skye Boat Song." My brother arranged this piece and my family sang it. We hope you enjoy this song! A note on our interpretation: We wanted to branch out into this genre of music, as it has been close to us for a long time. We tried to combine the simple, campfire charm of folk music with our typical cinematic sound. We decided to incorporate a couple extra beautiful Scottish melodies within the piece, (The Bluebells of Scotland, and Bonnie Charlie) as they seem to resonate with the text and the feeling of the piece as a whole. We hope you enjoy this one! Thanks so much for your support! Lyrics: Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing, Onward! the sailors cry; Carry the lad that's born to be King Over the sea to Skye. Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar, Thunderclaps rend the air; Baffled, our foes stand on the shore, Follow they will not dare. Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing, Onward! the sailors cry; Carry the lad that's born to be King Over the sea to Skye. Many’s the lad, fought on that day Well the claymore did wield; When the night came, silently lay Dead on Cullodens field. Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing, Onward! the sailors cry; Carry the lad that's born to be King Over the sea to Skye. Though the waves leap, soft will ye sleep, Ocean's a royal bed. Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep Watch by your weary head. Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing, Onward! the sailors cry; Carry the lad that's born to be King Over the sea to Skye. Will ye no' come back again? Will ye no' come back again? Better loved ye canna be. Will ye no' come back again?
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The Hobbit - Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold (Complete Edition Cover) - Clamavi De Profundis
The Hobbit - Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold (Complete Edition Cover) - Clamavi De Profundis
We are now on Patreon! https://ift.tt/2gzQx1D iTunes Link: https://goo.gl/Ib3VNh Amazon Link: https://goo.gl/wPvYul Google Play Link: https://goo.gl/SU1NJA Spotify Link: https://goo.gl/VPuVVT Check out our new merchandise! https://goo.gl/552Hev https://www.twitter.com/ClamaviDe Here is our complete edition of J.R.R. Tolkien's "Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold!" Lyrics: Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away ere break of day To seek the pale enchanted gold. The dwarves of yore made mighty spells, While hammers fell like ringing bells In places deep, where dark things sleep, In hollow halls beneath the fells. For ancient king and elvish lord There many a gleaming golden hoard They shaped and wrought, and light they caught To hide in gems on hilt of sword. On silver necklaces they strung The flowering stars, on crowns they hung The dragon-fire, in twisted wire They meshed the light of moon and sun. Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away, ere break of day, To claim our long-forgotten gold. Goblets they carved there for themselves And harps of gold; where no man delves There lay they long, and many a song Was sung unheard by men or elves. The pines were roaring on the height, The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread; The trees like torches blazed with light. The bells were ringing in the dale And men they looked up with faces pale; The dragon's ire more fierce than fire Laid low their towers and houses frail. The mountain smoked beneath the moon; The dwarves they heard the tramp of doom. They fled their hall to dying fall Beneath his feet, beneath the moon. Song of Durin: The world was young, the mountains green, No stain yet on the Moon was seen, No words were laid on stream or stone When Durin woke and walked alone. He named the nameless hills and dells; He drank from yet untasted wells; He stooped and looked in Mirrormere, And saw a crown of stars appear, As gems upon a silver thread, Above the shadows of his head. The world is grey, the mountains old, The forge's fire is ashen-cold; No harp is wrung, no hammer falls: The darkness dwells in Durin's halls; The shadow lies upon his tomb In Moria, in Khazad-dûm. But still the sunken stars appear In dark and windless Mirrormere; There lies his crown in water deep, Till Durin wakes again from sleep. Part 2: Far over the misty mountains grim To dungeons deep and caverns dim We must away, ere break of day, To win our harps and gold from him! The wind was on the withered heath, But in the forest stirred no leaf: There shadows lay by night and day, And dark things silent crept beneath. The wind came down from mountains cold, And like a tide it roared and rolled. The branches groaned, the forest moaned, And leaves were laid upon the mould. The wind went on from West to East; All movement in the forest ceased. But shrill and harsh across the marsh Its whistling voices were released. The grasses hissed, their tassels bent, The reeds were rattling, on it went. O'er shaken pool under heavens cool, Where racing clouds were torn and rent. It passed the Lonely Mountain bare, And swept above the dragon's lair: There black and dark lay boulders stark, And flying smoke was in the air. It left the world and took its flight Over the wide seas of the night. The moon set sail upon the gale, And stars were fanned to leaping light. Under the Mountain dark and tall The King has come unto his hall! His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread, And ever so his foes shall fall! The sword is sharp, the spear is long, The arrow swift, the Gate is strong; The heart is bold that looks on gold; The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong. The dwarves of yore made mighty spells, While hammers fell like ringing bells In places deep, where dark things sleep, In hollow halls beneath the fells. On silver necklaces they strung The light of stars, on crowns they hung The dragon-fire, from twisted wire The melody of harps they wrung. The mountain throne once more is freed! O! Wandering folk, the summons heed! Come haste! Come haste! Across the waste! The king of friend and kin has need. Now we call over the mountains cold, 'Come back unto the caverns old!' Here at the Gates the king awaits, His hands are rich with gems and gold. The king has come unto his hall Under the Mountain dark and tall. The Worm of Dread is slain and dead, And ever so our foes shall fall! Farewell we call to hearth and hall, Though wind may blow and rain may fall, We must away, ere break of day Far over the wood and mountain tall. To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell In glades beneath the misty fell. Through moor and waste we ride in haste And whither then we cannot tell. With foes ahead, behind us dread, Beneath the sky shall be our bed, Until at last our toil be passed, Our journey done, our errand sped. We must away! We must away! We ride before the break of day!
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We are now on Patreon! https://ift.tt/2gzQx1D iTunes Link: https://goo.gl/Ib3VNh Amazon Link: https://goo.gl/wPvYul Google Play Link: https://goo.gl/SU1NJA Spotify Link: https://goo.gl/VPuVVT Check out our new merchandise! https://goo.gl/552Hev https://www.twitter.com/ClamaviDe Here is our complete edition of J.R.R. Tolkien's "Far Over the Misty Mountains Cold!" Lyrics: Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away ere break of day To seek the pale enchanted gold. The dwarves of yore made mighty spells, While hammers fell like ringing bells In places deep, where dark things sleep, In hollow halls beneath the fells. For ancient king and elvish lord There many a gleaming golden hoard They shaped and wrought, and light they caught To hide in gems on hilt of sword. On silver necklaces they strung The flowering stars, on crowns they hung The dragon-fire, in twisted wire They meshed the light of moon and sun. Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away, ere break of day, To claim our long-forgotten gold. Goblets they carved there for themselves And harps of gold; where no man delves There lay they long, and many a song Was sung unheard by men or elves. The pines were roaring on the height, The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread; The trees like torches blazed with light. The bells were ringing in the dale And men they looked up with faces pale; The dragon's ire more fierce than fire Laid low their towers and houses frail. The mountain smoked beneath the moon; The dwarves they heard the tramp of doom. They fled their hall to dying fall Beneath his feet, beneath the moon. Song of Durin: The world was young, the mountains green, No stain yet on the Moon was seen, No words were laid on stream or stone When Durin woke and walked alone. He named the nameless hills and dells; He drank from yet untasted wells; He stooped and looked in Mirrormere, And saw a crown of stars appear, As gems upon a silver thread, Above the shadows of his head. The world is grey, the mountains old, The forge's fire is ashen-cold; No harp is wrung, no hammer falls: The darkness dwells in Durin's halls; The shadow lies upon his tomb In Moria, in Khazad-dûm. But still the sunken stars appear In dark and windless Mirrormere; There lies his crown in water deep, Till Durin wakes again from sleep. Part 2: Far over the misty mountains grim To dungeons deep and caverns dim We must away, ere break of day, To win our harps and gold from him! The wind was on the withered heath, But in the forest stirred no leaf: There shadows lay by night and day, And dark things silent crept beneath. The wind came down from mountains cold, And like a tide it roared and rolled. The branches groaned, the forest moaned, And leaves were laid upon the mould. The wind went on from West to East; All movement in the forest ceased. But shrill and harsh across the marsh Its whistling voices were released. The grasses hissed, their tassels bent, The reeds were rattling, on it went. O'er shaken pool under heavens cool, Where racing clouds were torn and rent. It passed the Lonely Mountain bare, And swept above the dragon's lair: There black and dark lay boulders stark, And flying smoke was in the air. It left the world and took its flight Over the wide seas of the night. The moon set sail upon the gale, And stars were fanned to leaping light. Under the Mountain dark and tall The King has come unto his hall! His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread, And ever so his foes shall fall! The sword is sharp, the spear is long, The arrow swift, the Gate is strong; The heart is bold that looks on gold; The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong. The dwarves of yore made mighty spells, While hammers fell like ringing bells In places deep, where dark things sleep, In hollow halls beneath the fells. On silver necklaces they strung The light of stars, on crowns they hung The dragon-fire, from twisted wire The melody of harps they wrung. The mountain throne once more is freed! O! Wandering folk, the summons heed! Come haste! Come haste! Across the waste! The king of friend and kin has need. Now we call over the mountains cold, 'Come back unto the caverns old!' Here at the Gates the king awaits, His hands are rich with gems and gold. The king has come unto his hall Under the Mountain dark and tall. The Worm of Dread is slain and dead, And ever so our foes shall fall! Farewell we call to hearth and hall, Though wind may blow and rain may fall, We must away, ere break of day Far over the wood and mountain tall. To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell In glades beneath the misty fell. Through moor and waste we ride in haste And whither then we cannot tell. With foes ahead, behind us dread, Beneath the sky shall be our bed, Until at last our toil be passed, Our journey done, our errand sped. We must away! We must away! We ride before the break of day!
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Flying a Drone Using the ATMakers Freedom Wing
Flying a Drone Using the ATMakers Freedom Wing
Flying a Drone Using the ATMakers Freedom Wing Produced and Directed by Bill Binko and Chris Young Freedom Wing Design and Programming by Bill Binko Additional Video by Lori Binko Assisted by Barbara Alkema Spark Pro Flight Software Created and Customized by Michele Vagnetti https://ift.tt/2wDiGQ8 Additional Thanks to Adafruit Industries https://ift.tt/IDKVch AbleGamers Charity https://ablegamers.org/ Video Edited by Chris Young For more information visit: ATMakers.org https://ift.tt/2lHScnx Chris Young at https://ift.tt/10lGijo https://ift.tt/2TzWtvx
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Flying a Drone Using the ATMakers Freedom Wing Produced and Directed by Bill Binko and Chris Young Freedom Wing Design and Programming by Bill Binko Additional Video by Lori Binko Assisted by Barbara Alkema Spark Pro Flight Software Created and Customized by Michele Vagnetti https://ift.tt/2wDiGQ8 Additional Thanks to Adafruit Industries https://ift.tt/IDKVch AbleGamers Charity https://ablegamers.org/ Video Edited by Chris Young For more information visit: ATMakers.org https://ift.tt/2lHScnx Chris Young at https://ift.tt/10lGijo https://ift.tt/2TzWtvx
via YouTube https://youtu.be/-vBB9U9yWvA
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