Lord of the Sabbath

On a Sabbath, while he was going through the grain fields, his disciples plucked and ate some heads of grain, rubbing them in their hands. But some of the Pharisees said, “Why are you doing what is not lawful to do on the Sabbath?” And Jesus answered them, “Have you not read what David did when he was hungry, he and those who were with him: how he entered the house of God and took and ate the bread of the Presence, which is not lawful for any but the priests to eat, and also gave it to those with him?” And he said to them, “The Son of Man is lord of the Sabbath.”

On another Sabbath, he entered the synagogue and was teaching, and a man was there whose right hand was withered. And the scribes and the Pharisees watched him, to see whether he would heal on the Sabbath, so that they might find a reason to accuse him. But he knew their thoughts, and he said to the man with the withered hand, “Come and stand here.” And he rose and stood there. And Jesus said to them, “I ask you, is it lawful on the Sabbath to do good or to do harm, to save life or to destroy it?” And after looking around at them all he said to him, “Stretch out your hand.” And he did so, and his hand was restored. But they were filled with fury and discussed with one another what they might do to Jesus. Luke 6:1-11


Lord of the Sabbath

When I was hungry and failing
you brought me food in abundance
and when I was bent from pain
you brought healing and relief.

The soft breezes blow even in the desert
and bird song is heard on lonely islands
the sacred ground and the holy mountains
rejoice at the presence of the loving Divine.

Our weakness our humanity is made holy
through love which seeks to heal and feed
love which bends the rules to answer prayer
and gathers vulnerable children at dusk.

The soft breezes blow even in the desert
and bird song is heard on lonely islands
the sacred ground and the holy mountains
rejoice at the presence of the loving Divine.

Holy ones before us have broken rules
to make freedom ring for all
many suffered in prison and died
so that we might sing freedom's love songs.

The soft breezes blow even in the desert
and bird song is heard on lonely islands
the sacred ground and the holy mountains
rejoice at the presence of the loving Divine.

We kneel and give thanks for the sabbath
a day set aside from labor and toil
we give God the praise for our blessings
the richness of our children's embrace.

The soft breezes blow even in the desert
and bird song is heard on lonely islands
the sacred ground and the holy mountains
rejoice at the presence of the loving Divine.

So let us get up and dance with the wind
for the one who was humbled is Sabbath's lord
for those who are broken and beat down
have been raised up and made whole.

The soft breezes blow even in the desert
and bird song is heard on lonely islands
the sacred ground and the holy mountains
rejoice at the presence of the loving Divine.