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To: Ben Mugged

Really loved their music. Didn’t care for anything else about them.


3 posted on 09/17/2009 9:13:00 AM PDT by yarddog
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To: yarddog
Really loved their music. Didn’t care for anything else about them.

Ditto that. As a very young kid, I remember sitting outside in the neighborhood while my neighbors' sons playing guitar and sang Puff the Magic Dragon! Enjoyed their music, didn't care for their politics.

12 posted on 09/17/2009 9:25:19 AM PDT by fortunecookie (Please pray for Anna, age 7, who waits for a new kidney.)
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Noel Paul Stookey became a born again Christian along the way, and witnessed to the other two a lot along the way. His later music didn't sell as well, but he has done severel incredible albumns of Christian music, including the haunting "Why Do We Hunger for Beauty?"

My favorite is this acappella song, "The Way to My Father's House":

The way to my Father's house when I was just a boy
Lay through fields of innocence near bubbling springs of joy
And when I'd lay me down to sleep
I'd pray the Lord my soul to keep
The road was never very steep
On the way to my Father's house.

The way to my Father's house when I turned seventeen
Wandered through inviting hills beside a tumbling stream
Sometimes in prayer upon my knees,
I would feel a distant breeze
The road was winding now through trees
On the way to my Father's house.

The way to my Father's House at the age of twenty-nine
Led over a mountain that I would seldom climb
Except in times of great despair when I'd be looking everywhere
And then one morning He was there,
On the way to my Father's house
And glory, what a refreshing story
I was so blind before he opened my eyes restoring me to

The way to my Father's house at the age of thirty-one
Was a ride on a rainbow my new life had begun
And every evening I could look through the pages of his book
And recognize the paths I took on the way, on the way...

I go to my Father's house in these troubled days
The Spirit is moving in mysterious ways
Reminded when old doubts appear
That perfect Love casts out all fear
In thanks I tend the garden here, on the way,
On the way
On the way to my Father's house


19 posted on 09/17/2009 9:47:20 AM PDT by 50sDad (The Left cannot understand life is not in a test tube. Raise taxes, & jobs go away.)
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