After 60, a time to begin

Terry Petersen, grandmother and writer

Terry Petersen's Music

 

     I started playing guitar at the age of 56, my fingers the perfect models for an ibuprofen advertisement. Two weeks after my first lesson I wrote a song entitled “Extraordinary Time.” My hands could barely tolerate the strings, much less create reasonable sound. However, my head knew how the song should sound. And I could sing it. I called the F the fuh chord, because my strum didn’t ring; it fell into a dull thud.

    Eric Hauck, who was music director at Northminster Presbyterian Church in Cincinnati, encouraged me to continue. Finally, with his help, I completed a CD with eleven of my original songs, written for the New Jerusalem Community, a small Catholic intentional Eucharistic group currently located in Spring Grove Village in Cincinnati. I included the lyrics to three songs: “Extraordinary Time”, “Come Follow,” and “Ella's song.” The sound track to Ella's song is also available.

 

EXTRAORDINARY TIME

 

The seed becomes a tree.  The fawn becomes a doe

in ordinar, extraordinary, ordinary time.

A blind man’s faith brings sight, and miracles abound

in ordinar, extraordinary, ordinary time.

 

Celebrate this morning, this moment living now.

Celebrate the mystery, enfolding here somehow.

 

In summer life grows quickly.  The autumn leaf lets go

in ordinar, extraordinary ordinary time.

Seek and you will find, through sorrow, joy or pain

in ordinar, extraordinary ordinary time.

 

Celebrate this morning, this moment living now.

Celebrate the mystery, enfolding here somehow.

 

One step begins a journey.  One brick begins a house

in ordinar, extraordinary, ordinary time.

Come and live forever although your faith is small

in ordinar, extraordinary, ordinary time.  (Repeat)

 June 27, 2002

 

COME FOLLOW

Come follow, Come follow, Come follow me. (Repeat) 

I was standing soaking wet when I left behind my net and he

Said, “Come follow me.”  I didn’t have a clue what he meant

For me to do when I heard, “Come follow me.”

Come follow, Come follow, Come follow me. (Repeat)

 

I knew I was a sinner when he came with me to dinner, and he said.

“Come follow me.”  My pockets soon fell flat, but I’m happy where

I’m at since he said, “Come follow me.”

Come follow, Come follow, Come follow me. Repeat)

 

The world may be no better than the day we got the letter that said,

“Come follow me.”  Yet Jesus brings us peace, so we’ll let our love

Increase because he said, “Come follow me.”

Come follow, Come follow, Come follow me. (Repeat)

 June 1, 2005

            

 

 

Ella's Song

 

Ella, Ella,made of spunk and angel wings

Ella, can't wait 'til you come home.

 

I'd jump up to the heavens, and latch onto a star.

I'd grab onto a miracle, but then that's what you are. 

 

Ella, Ella, sapling small, but large as time.

Ella, Ella, can't wait 'til you come home.

 

Don't know about tomorrow. Can scarcely hold today.

But seeing you in Daddy's arms makes this moment okay. 

 

Ella, Ella lots of folk know your name.

Ella, Ella, can't wait 'til you come home.

 

(bridge)

Beauty shines through broken glass. Just wipe the shards away.

'Cause we can't wait to learn from you, to watch you grow and play.

 

Ella, Ella, made of spunk and angel wings

Ella, Ella, can't wait 'til you come home

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