The Mass

God has continued to pour out psalms and hymns into the hearts of worshippers through out the thousands of years since Moses, Aaron, and Kind David.  Below is a beginning collection of some of the hundreds of psalms God has poured out into my heart alone.  There are many others where God has given me music for Scripture, and I have left those out for now. My hope is to provide some useful mediations for the present times we experience.

I can only hope in faith that a little good leaven will spread throughout the Body of Christ.  I sincerely hope there is a blessing for many to be had in meditating upon the psalms below.

Dominus Spiritus,

Fr. Theo

a psalm of Andrew Theodore & Friar Theodore Obrastoff

Over and over You pick me up from the gutter.

Again and again I fall flat on my face, but You pick me up.

I come to You when I need help; I come because I love You

O’ I love You again and again, and You pick me up

And I know You love me too

And I know You love me also

And I know You’ll love me again, over and over

a call for worship, a psalm of Friar Theo

More time for You, Lord.  More time together.

Show us how to make time; more time to worship You

Glory, glory, glory to God Almighty

Glory, glory, glory to the King!

More time for singing; giving adoration

Show us how to find time and use it to worship You

More time for healing, breathing in Your presence

Show us how to take time and use it to worhsip You

Glory, glory, glory my God Almighty!

Glory, glory, glory oh’ my King!

a pslam of Friar Theo, celebration for ascent

All Your children in this place lift this song up to Your praise and glory!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!

Holy voice; holy hands.  In the Spirit we will dance, dance, dance

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!

On our feet and on our knees; less of us Lord, more of Jesus Christ!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! Sing Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!

the very first psalm of Friar Theo Obrastoff

God, I will be still; worship You in silence

God, I will be still; worhsip You in silence

Show me Your will in Your Word

Show me Your will in Your Church

Show me Your will in my Life

a psalm of Friar Theodore Obrastoff

No way I can make you

I’d never want to break you

And ya can’t coerce the cross of Christ

All hell breaks loose if you should try

What I have I’m offering

Here to take; completely free

No substitutes; no counterfeit

There is only One and this is It

So now what?

I’d never tell you lies

Ambition’s a disease

But chew upon these things I’ve said

They say “You are what you eat”

What I received is what I bring

I’m what I am; It’s what it is

It’s not about the songs I sing

And your ears are just to ticklish

You must enter in to all we sing.

So now what?

a psalm of Friar Theo when laypersons  alligned themselves against the shepherd and The Shepherd as well!

Hail storm! Cold hearts coming down on me

Hail storm! Cold hearts coming down on me

You people with your frigid ways!  Well, melt your hearts or leave me be!

It’s not enough that people struggle

It’s not enough to fight the death Winter chill

You make each step five miles up hill, both ways

You’ve got to cause this people ill

You major in the minors; strain at gnats

You tax the family fire and steal their heat

It ’s not enough that you chase us from The House

You want no party taking place on any single street.

Jesus found me a barroon brothel

Jesus found me at the movies, laughing wild

You know Jesus? That glutton and that drunkard?

He seems happy to hang out here.  Yah, the Son of Man’s got style!

Heatwave! There is fire comin’ down!  Heatwave! There is fire commin’ down!

And you people with your frigid ways…mmm…

a maskil of Friar Theo

My life is a wilderness
Like Jesus wandered through
As I walk this fallow ground
I catch the slightest clue that

I would turn the stones to bread
I would be the kingdom’s head
I might even bow the knee to lesser things
But for the grace of God…
God shed His grace on me

My life is a desert
Permeated by hunger and thirst
In the hour of greatest need
I’m revealed at my worst

I need to let you be my bread
Acknowledge you’re the kingdom head
I will bow my knee before the one true king
Before the grace of God…
God, shed Your grace on me

a psalm of anti-acents by Friar Theo, when others could not make time for worship

The neighborhood is quiet
Everybody’s gone away
What am I gonna do with me?
Turn and head back home again

Kicking stones ‘cross the pavement and reading signs along the way

Singing any words that come to mind, like: “Can Jesus come out and play?”

Kick the can, Hide and seek, and leap-frog across the lawn

Or just standin’ ‘neath the street light, singing our favorite songs

Everybody’s left the tower
Scattered far beyond my sight
Down to basic company
Me, myself, and I

Everybody’s left the tower
Scattered far beyond my sight
Down to basic company
Me, myself, and I

The neighborhood is quiet
Everybody’s gone away
What am I gonna do with me?
Turn and head back home again

Can Jesus come out and play?

a lamentation of Friar Theo

Imagine all the dreams you hold
The things that are special in your life
At once all disappear like magic
Gone before your very eyes
You drop to your knees; you raise a pain-cry
The ageless outburst, “My God, why!?”
Truth like high stone walls surround you
Reverberating back your cry

Some of those you hold most dearly
Blindly bleat and graze and die
Tho’ you hold the best before them
They simply do not have the eyes
To see the beauty, awful and wholesome
Pure and puissant, Three-in-One
And so they fall prey to the prowler
Veiled up to the end of time

Some of those you hold most dearly
Blindly bleat and graze and die
Tho’ you hold the best before them
They simply do not have the eyes

But you, believer, you be solid
You be true tho’ all else fail
Through the anguish; love’s discomfort
Let the peace of God prevail
What did you think? Did Christ not warn you?
This is The Great War of all time!
Through the smoke and fire of battle
Don’t forsake vision divine