Someone’s child
Has gone away
Forever departed
From this day
What do we tell them
The mother and father
Sisters and brothers
Who loved him so
How can we tell them
The friends he grew up with
That he’s no longer here
Because he had to go
Where is the faith
He carried so gently
Guarded within that
Beautiful soul
Where is the love
He had to offer
Making the brokenness
Once again whole
What is fair now
Where is the justice
When children suffer
Crippling blows
And when our Savior
Is nailed to a cross
For our sinful nature
That constantly grows
But the child could see
Through hurting eyes
That it must be this way
And knelt to weep
No comfort for the families
Nothing brings them peace
For their loved one is gone
Their grief is too deep
One day the child
He opened the book
And read of his Savior
As tears welled in his eyes
And today the family
Of the fallen child knows
When they bury a little one
Their Savior cries
Tuesday, November 28, 2000
Wednesday, November 8, 2000
What She Would Say
I know I’m far from you now
And you may not hear me
But I want you to know
That even though I’m free
You are never far
From my heart
And my mind
A more beautiful son
I could never find
I’ve watched you grow up
Day after day
I saw you hurt
And kneel to pray
Then once more
Death came to life
Taking a loved one
Leaving strife
I was there
My arms holding you
All around
Love enfolding you
My precious son
My little one
I know you have hope
And are willing to try
The monster’s gone
So please don’t cry
And you may not hear me
But I want you to know
That even though I’m free
You are never far
From my heart
And my mind
A more beautiful son
I could never find
I’ve watched you grow up
Day after day
I saw you hurt
And kneel to pray
Then once more
Death came to life
Taking a loved one
Leaving strife
I was there
My arms holding you
All around
Love enfolding you
My precious son
My little one
I know you have hope
And are willing to try
The monster’s gone
So please don’t cry
Wednesday, November 1, 2000
Transition
So hard to explain
Why we return
To the ways of the world
Away from what’s learned.
Our hearts grow cold
We say it doesn’t matter
Indulging ourselves
As the glass walls shatter.
We make it okay
Because God forgives
Never acknowledging
Where sin really lives.
We’re hugging the corpse
And can’t let it go
We say we love Him
But when will it show?
We’ve got to repent
Let God have control
On our knees begging,
“Bring peace to our soul!”
The knowledge that lives
In our hearts is what counts
Not the stuff in our heads
That we always renounce.
So, God, bring a change
Let the transition happen
From the head to the heart
So that we may take action,
Serving You without shame
And helping souls heal
You live within us
And You are what’s real.
Why we return
To the ways of the world
Away from what’s learned.
Our hearts grow cold
We say it doesn’t matter
Indulging ourselves
As the glass walls shatter.
We make it okay
Because God forgives
Never acknowledging
Where sin really lives.
We’re hugging the corpse
And can’t let it go
We say we love Him
But when will it show?
We’ve got to repent
Let God have control
On our knees begging,
“Bring peace to our soul!”
The knowledge that lives
In our hearts is what counts
Not the stuff in our heads
That we always renounce.
So, God, bring a change
Let the transition happen
From the head to the heart
So that we may take action,
Serving You without shame
And helping souls heal
You live within us
And You are what’s real.
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people: adam,
subject: faith,
title: transition
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