19. december 2022:
Tårupportalen viderebringer hermed en musikalsk julehilsen i to dele fra sognepræst André Friis Møller.
I første del af julehilsenen spiller André "Julen har bragt velsignet bud"
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Julen har bragt velsignet bud
1. Julen har bragt velsignet bud,
nu glædes gamle og unge.
Hvad englene sang i verden ud,
nu alle små børn skal sjunge.
Grenen fra livets træ står skønt
med lys som fugle på kviste;
det barn, som sig glæder fromt og kønt,
skal aldrig den glæde miste.
2. Glæden er jordens gæst i dag
med Himmel-kongen, den lille.
Du fattige spurv, flyv ned fra tag
med duen til julegilde!
Dans, lille barn, på moders skød!
En dejlig dag er oprunden:
I dag blev vor kære frelser fød
og Paradis-vejen funden.
3. Frelseren selv var barn som vi,
i dag han lå i sin vugge.
Den have, Guds engle flyve i,
vil Jesus for os oplukke.
Himmerigs konge blandt os bor,
han juleglæden os bringer;
han favner hver barnesjæl på jord
og lover os englevinger.
Som den anden del af den musikalske julehilsen spiller André Bob Dylands "The Times They Are A-Changin" og sender en tanke tilbage til koncertforedraget med Jens Stage i Tårup kirke den 30. oktober 2022.
The Times They Are A-Changin’
Bob Dyland
Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who that it’s namin’
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside and it is ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’
© Video Inger Mechlenburg