Today's been tough. The miscarriage started last night around 9:00. We were at a fundraiser concert and one of the acts performed one of the other acts songs. The second act had to improvise and come up with another song. The first lyrics were ... "I lift my eyes to the hills" - another Psalm 121 reference and another amazing act of God's ever-present grace.
Tonight I'm hurting. I'm thinking about our pain and the pain of so many surrounding us. This world is good, but this world is broken. I'm clinging to the promise that my Savior is making all things new. This song has carried me this evening.
When the Saints by Sara Groves
Lord I have a heavy burden of all I've seen and know
It's more than I can handle
But your word is burning like a fire shut up in my bones
and I cannot let it go
And when I'm weary and overwrought
with so many battles left unfought
I think of Paul and Silas in the prison yard
I hear their song of freedom rising to the stars
And when the Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them
Lord it's all that I can't carry and cannot leave behind
it often overwhelms me
but when I think of all who've gone before and lived the faithful life
their courage compells me
And when I'm weary and overwrought
with so many battles left unfought
I think of Paul and Silas in the prison yard
I hear their song of freedom rising to the stars
I see the shepherd Moses in the Pharohs court
I hear his call for freedom for the people of the Lord
And when the Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them
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And when the Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them
I see the long quiet walk along the Underground Railroad
I see the slave awakening to the value of her soul
I see the young missionary and the angry spear
I see his family returning with no trace of fear
I see the long hard shadows of Calcutta nights
I see the sisters standing by the dying man's side
I see the young girl huddled on the brothel floor
I see the man with a passion come and kicking down the door
I see the man of sorrows and his long troubled road
I see the world on his shoulders and my easy load
And when the Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them
and when the Saints go marching in
I want to be one of them
I want to be one of them
I want to be one of them
I want to be one of them
1 comments:
Danny and Rebecca, I am so very sorry for your loss. We went through a miscarriage when Val David was about 8 months old and the feelings of the loss haven't left me yet. I am so thankful that the Lord has comforted you with His words.
Miscarriages just stink. I remember telling Rachel that it just wasn't fair. I never realized that your body went into labor until I went through it. Please let us know if you need anything.
Liz
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