...the first glance to see how many pages there are, the second to see how it ends, the breathless first reading, the slow lingering over each phrase and each word, the taking possession, the absorbing of them one by one, and finally the choosing of the one that will be carried in one's thoughts all day... -- Edith Wharton

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.