Lord, I will be going through some tough things in the next few years, unless you come first.
I worry about a world without my folks.
When you get into your fifties you start counting things.
How many years do they have, how many years do the pets have?
How many do I have…….(only You know.)
Years left, years gone.
Last night before I went to sleep, I remembered a time.
Flying frisbees in the meadow, and me with flowing hair
Enjoying youth, and freedom. I can see me walking alongside the meadow
radio swinging as I come from the shower in the morning sun.
Dreaming of meeting a boy on a bridge. (I never did)
The feeling that God has kissed the world and it’s all good.
I remember a time when fire sang down a mountain. Not everyone does.
In that quiet before sleep I heard tent pengs echo through camp,
Stellars crack the air…..and I hear my Mom say, “Coffee’s ready.”
And it’s such a wonderful beautiful memory my eyes are awash with years.
Yet, in the midst of all this Lord, you have blessed us in the nick of time again.
With your provision just when we needed it.
My heart sings with gratitude.
And it will never stop…….one beat here.
The next Heaven.
Come, let us sing for joy to the Lord; let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation.
Let us come before him with thanksgiving and extol him with music and song. For the Lord is the great God,
the great King above all gods. In his hand are the depths of the earth,
and the mountain peaks belong to him. The sea is his, for he made it, and his hands formed the dry land. Psalm 95:1-5