|Short Name:||Ken Medema|
|Full Name:||Medema, Ken, 1943-|
Ken Medema (born December 7, 1943 as Kenneth Peter Medema in Grand Rapids, Michigan) is a composer–singer–songwriter who has been performing in the United States, Canada, and Europe for more than thirty years.
Ken Medema was born almost blind; his eyes let him tell light from shadow and look at outlines of major objects. He began playing the piano when he was five years old, and three years later began taking lessons in classical music through braille music, playing by ear and improvising in different styles.
In 1969, he majored in music therapy at Michigan State University in Lansing, studying both piano and voice. Afterwards he worked as a music therapist in Fort Wayne, Indiana and later at Essex County Hospital in New Jersey.
In 1973, he began performing and recording his own songs. His lyrics generally provide social commentary on themes such as justice, hunger, poverty, homelessness, and Christian charity as it pertains to them. He has published a total of 26 albums, the first of which he recorded for Word and Shawnee Press, and then went on to found Brier Patch Music in 1985. Through Brier Patch Music he organizes and schedules his events, as well as publishes his music.
Performances regularly include songs improvised both musically and lyrically by accepting audience recommendations, sermon topics, or guest speaker stories as their basis. He performs in national and worldwide (church) congregations, campuses, youth gatherings, and annual assemblies. He lives in San Francisco, California.
|Texts by Ken Medema (15)||As||Instances|
|All my life I've sung a jealous song||Ken Medema (Author)||3|
|Come, let us reason together, That's what God says||Ken Medema (Author)||7|
|Giving to you gratefully||Ken Medema (Author (stanzas))||2|
|God, I am beaten, battered and bruised||Ken Medema (Author)||2|
|God, we give to you our offerings||Ken Medema (Author)||2|
|I am the vine, you are the branches, Those who remain in me||Ken Medema (Author)||2|
|In unity we lift our song||Ken Medema (Author)||4|
|Fools don't get it||Ken Medema (Author)||3|
|Let truth and mercy find here||Ken Medema (Author)||2|
|Let us see the tongues of fire||Ken Medema, 1943- (Author)||2|
|Lord, listen to your children praying||Ken Medema (Author)||20|
|Out of need and out of custom||Ken Medema (Author)||7|
|Out of the babble that surrounds us||Ken Medema, b. 1943 (Author)||3|
|Use these gifts to lift the lowly||Ken Medema (Author)||2|
|We pray for peace, for peace among the nations||Ken Medema, b. 1943 (Author)||2|