But I want to
Just lay her down down down
Lay her on the cold cold coals
And let the rest come
She was tired
I was a sailor
Mother'd by the sea
He had his feet on the stone
And so the motherin' wasn't she
Mother was so always there
Forgot that she was she
And motherin' him
Might be all she could be
Wanted to call them down down down
To the cold cold coals
Remind them of their vows
And the Mother of their souls
But I weren't no midwife
I ne'er heard the call
So I let go and let go
Lest I too was tired
Every Tear
Pray with Peter, with Mary, with Lazarus, Ruth, and Rahab, and with Fathers and brothers and sisters and Mothers.
Maranatha. Thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. Let the incense from our bowls, lifted high, be a sweet aroma, a sweet, sweet sound, a song in the glorious halls of eternity, an echo in Your throne room. In Your mercy, hear our prayer.
Save our children. Remember to them, and to us, the promise You made in Your waters. Make us whole, save us, in Your Word and by Your Spirit.
Give us the joy of works of thanksgiving – this very supplication – and from this meager fount, our steps and our words and the work of our hands. May they ever please you and shine before our neighbors, our beloved ones, the sparkle of the beauty of Your Son – Your Faithfulness.
Deliver us from the sorrow and the fear of this cold, cold vale of tears. Bring Your people round us. Embrace us in Your people, in this winter of our loss and our impatience and our yearning.
Heal Your people. Bind our hurts, our tired, weakling hearts. Rock of Ages, we cling to Thee. Maranatha. Thy will be done.
Blessed Assurance
He lost his faith somewhere
back there
Didn't really lose it
Just put it down
in a pocket
and forgot where
Yes, Wendy died
yesterday
and yes she did the crime
and so did you
so did I
He put his hope in a box
It was comfortable in there
Until somebody came along
and locked it
Wendy broke my heart
and her sisters
and her brothers
when I heard
because it wasn't for pretend
Who took my faith?
and that comfort?
That, even the box
too
But He who was steadfast
where He began
and where I am
where I shall stand
And I'll have them back,
If upon the ashes
if need be
Since they weren't mine anyway
Gifts are always free
I didn't steal any of them
though I sure as hell tried
That's the hell of it
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When you forget the most important things
You'll believe the most dangerous things
And a grave nod to Concrete Blonde
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