As to the pretence of trying her native air, I look upon that as a mere excuse.--In the summer it might have passed; but what can any body's native air do for them in the months of January, February, and March? — Jane Austen, Emma

December 15, 2012

For this heartbreaking weekend...

 
God on high
Hear my prayer
In my need
You have always been there

{They are} young
{They're| afraid
Let {them} rest
Heaven blessed.
Bring {them} home ...

Bring {them} peace
Bring {them} joy ...

Bring {them} home.
 

 
A song I have always loved, sung beautifully here.

2 comments:

Natalie~Coffee and a Book Chick said...

Beautiful song. This weekend is so devastating to hear the news unfold piece by piece.

Darlene said...

We have heavy hearts at our house and have been in a state of disbelief since hearing of the news yesterday.