Living H2O — это молодой музыкальный коллектив состоящий из пятерых студентов. Ребята выросли вместе в небольшой протестантской общине в городке Санта Роза, Калифорния. Грег, Мара и Анна учились дома, а Афина и Хелена ходили в школу Св. Михаила, но по вечерам они собирались вместе, чтобы разучивать христианские гимны и петь их акапелла. Потом молодые люди увлеклись кельтской музыкой и взялись за инструменты. В творчестве группы Living H2O, которая официально сформировалась в 2004 году, можно услышать комбинацию этих двух увлечений — стиль блюграсс. Некоторое время назад, музыканты всем коллективом перешли в православие и тексты их новых песен, которые можно прочитать на официальном сайте группы, были написаны с учетом православного богословия.
Последний альбом «Well Thats Never Dry» посвящен любимой подруге музыкантов Алисе Ханделих, трагически погибшей в 2005 году. Почти в каждой песне можно услышать размышления о жизни и смерти, надежду на спасение, любовь и радость о Боге. Известный музыкант Крис Кельман прокомментировал этот альбом так: «Одна из самых лучших записей за последнее время, что удалось услышать. Это собрание песен проникает глубоко в сердце и утешает душу».
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Lord Don’t Forsake Me
Oh my Lord Please don’t forsake me
This is your child I’m tired and sore
Oh my Lord can you hear me?
I need your love my soul is poor
I can hear, the angels singing
I can see those pearly gates
Oh my Lord, can you hear me?
I need a place where I can rest
Oh my Lord, I can’t remember
When I first said “Come in my life”
For I have lived my life in darkness
My whole world is filled with strife
Oh my Lord, can you hear me?
I need a place where I can rest.
Prodigal
I looked through the door of my room the other day
My father and brother softly talked
My father gave my brother a large bag of coins
And a way from the door my brother walked
My brother departed for a land so far away
Spent his money on women and wine
Using his portion of gold from the farm
With rich men now he does dine
He’s on a long long road to nowhere
Winding hight and low
The choices he’s made on this journey
To men who have eyes he will show
I looked through the door of my room today
A beggar down the road I do see
But this hobo in rags my father does embrace
My Lord what a fool is he
My fathers’s words come drifting o’er the cornfield
Place him in the finest of robes
Put this golden ring on his finger
My dead son now lives and has come home
I’ve served my father oh so faithfully each day
Not squandered a penny or dime
I’ve worked on this land all of my life
I’ve given my heart and my time
But no fatted calf will they dare to kill for me
No golden ring do I receive I want justice
no mercy or forgiveness can I give
And now shall I leave?
I’d rather be a slave and to work for my bread
Than to live alongside of these two
The one a dirty prodigal wants a second chance
And the other’s a plain simple fool
The Heavenly Parade
Our traveling days will soon be over here
And we shall cross the rolling tide
For we are down here for just a little while
Our home is on the other side
Ambassadors true for Jesus our redeemer
And its a love crusade
For right against wrong
But soon we’ll join the throng in
Heaven when the saints parade
For Heaven’s Kings we gladly sing the story old
Yet ever new in Glory land with that glad band
We’ll promenade in Heaven’s parade
So happy are we in telling you my friends
That Jesus can redeem your soul
From every known sin and make you feel within
Joy billows only then will roll
A happy new song you will begin to sing
‘Till Jesus He a way hath made
To Glory land fair
We’ll have a mansion there
In heaven with the saint’s parade
I’m Gonna Sing ‘Till the Spirit Moves in My Heart
I’m gonna sing ‘till the Spirt moves in my heart
I’m gonna sing ‘till the Spirt moves in my heart
I’m gonna sing ‘till the Spirt moves in my heart
I’m gonna sing ‘till Jesus comes
It was grace that brought me
It was grace that taught me
It was grace that kept me
And it’s grace that will lead me home
I’m gonna pray ‘till the Spirit moves in my heart
I’m gonna pray ‘till Jesus comes
Can’t you feel the spirit moving?
I’m gonna shout ‘till the Spirit moves in my heart
I’m gonna shout ‘till Jesus comes
I’m gonna sing till my Jesus comes
Lonesome Night
Standing in the moonlight alone with the cold
Lonesome for his darling who’d gone far from home
Rejected the comfort of family and friends
He longed for the girl who he was to wed
A boy in West Virginia a miner by trade
He dug for the coal till his debts were paid
He loved a girl who he’d known all his life
And he always swore that she’d be his wife
Cry, cry, cry to the girl who did fly
Missing the love they said they’d keep ‘till they died
Now she’d gone and left him and he was so lonesome
For he was forsaken, alone in the night
The wind began a blowing as the cold night dragged on
He missed his sweet-heart who God had called home
He remembered the sparkle that her eyes had shone
And the thoughts he was thinking turned his heart to stone
Then God sent an angel to warm this boy’s soul
In the form of an old miner his hands black with coal
He said my dear son God loves you you know
Just turn to him and your heartaches will go
And cry, cry, cry, his spirits did fly
For the love that he felt for his God who had died
He’d risen again and He’d shone forth His light
His heart God had melted and warmed up the night
The Angel Cried
On a frosty winter morn
A little baby boy was born
And flying down from Heaven’s Host
A guardian angel looked with love
And vowed to stand his post
The angel cried this child is mine to guard and guide
The angel cried the angel cried
And when the babe to youth had grown
Prayers of saints became his own
With hope of heaven in his breast
He offered to the Lord
His waking and his rest
The angel cried this child must be proved and tried
The angel cried, the angel cried
And when the youth his manhood gained
His heart with sinful thoughts was stained
Drowning ‘neath the sea of life
He floundered in the shamelessness of this world’s desires
The angel cried this child has lost his way and died
The angel cried, the angel cried
And when the man had suffered years
Drained his heart of bitter tears
His wounded soul was washed ashore
And seizing hold of holy ground
He looked to God once more
The angel cried this child will yet be purified
The angel cried, the angel cried
Though sins be as scarlet
They shall be whiteas snow
With hands by prayerful labor worn
This spirit was reborn
And when his earthy life was o’er
Angelic arms carried him up to heaven’s door
The angel cried this child loves the Crucified
The angel cried, the angel cried
Let Me Down
(Heavenly Bottomland)
Let me down, O Lord, to the heavenly bottomlan;
Let me down, O Lord, to the heavenly bottomland
I am looking for pasture, I am hoping to graze
I am searching for a field like no earthly place
Where water and sunshine heals body and soul
I am looking for that land where sinners become whole
I’ve wandered through deserts where nothing is green
I’ve walked stony cliffs where no life is seen
But I’m weary of my path through the dust and the gloom
Let me find God’s sweet garden that’s always in bloom
I’d rather live once in eternity and be the least thing there
Than a million lifetimes in the world I see
Though king of earth sea and air
Closest of Friends
They were the closest of friend
They were the fondest of lovers
Clinging to each other
Living from day to day
Then one day he went away
And for his freedom gave
His service to the battle
Being waged so far away
She’ll often cry his name
To the stars up in the sky
Praying he can hear her
Wherever he may lie
Summer turned to Autumn
And Winter into Spring
No news from her sweetheart
Did the seasons bring
Sitting alone in the garden
A blossom came drifting down
«Oh, bloom won’t you take a message,
To my love where he be found»
The loneliness inside of her
It caused her grief and pain
Her bitter tears of sorrow
Fell like the pouring rain
Ever faithful to her love
She vowed she’d never wed
Even if he was lying
On some battlefield stone dead
Then one sunny day
A young man passing by
Stepped into a garden
Where the pretty maid he did spy
Then she came out of the kitchen
And tears they filled her eyes
And then in sweet embrace
Sweet tears of joy they cried
She’ll often cry his name
To the stars up in the sky
Praying for each other
As the years roll by
Gotta Live Right
Gotta live right
As you’re walking through this life
Gotta live right
If you want to reach the other side
You’ve got to fall down on your knees
So God can hear your pleas
He will lead you through the night
But you gotta live right
In the land of Nineveh
Where sin it was the law
And people didn’t care what they did
God sent Jonah to say
Gotta walk in the narrow way
You’ve got to see the light
Gotta live right
We think we’ve got it made
When our paycheck is paid
And life is good and things go our way
But my brother arise
For the Bridegroom is nigh
Keep up the fight
Gotta live right
Saving Grace
I saw the words “rest in peace”
Tears of pain rolled down my cheeks
Another chapter another story told
Another person another soul
Saving grace and a well that’s never dry
Find a place with neither death nor sighs
Take a look around my friend and see what you can find
Strength of heart in love and peace of soul and mind
Looking forward now what does the future hold?
Maybe true love or pearls and gold?
It doesn’t really matter anyway
What count’s for now is what I do and say
Walking in the Spirit
Do you have the Spirit?
Do you have the Spirit of God?
It’s a good, good feeling way down in your soul
When you’re walking in the spirit of God
Now Moses saw the spirit
Moses saw the spirit of God
He came down from the mountain
With God’s light on his face
For Moses saw the glory of God
Now Joshua heard the Spirit
Joshua heard the Spirit of God
He blew his trumpet at Jerico
And the walls came a’tumblin’ down
Now David knew the Spirit
David knew the Spirit of God
When he played on his harp so melodiously
The evil spirit left old Saul
Now Daniel knew the Spirit
Daniel knew the Spirit of God
Even down in the lions’ den Daniel believed
And the lions’ mouths were shut
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