Sunday, June 27, 2004
I remember a song I heard when I was younger
Home free
I'm trying hard not to think You unkind, but Heavenly Father, if you know my heart, surely you can read my mind. Good people underneath a sea of green, some get up and walk away, some will find ultimate relief.
*Home free, eventually, at the ultimate healing we will be home free. Home free, oh I've got a feeling, at the ultimate healing, we will be home free.
Out in the corridor, we prayed for her life. A mother for her baby, a husband for his wife. Sometimes the good die young, it's sad but true. While we prayed for one more heartbeat, the real comfort is with You. You know pain has little mercy, no respecter of age, of race or position. I know every prayer gets answered, but the hardest one to pray is slow to come. Oh Lord, not mine, but Your will be done... *
I don't know if this song helps, but I hope some words do... :o) God bless
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