Borning Cry...

"I was there to hear your borning cry, I'll be there when you are old.
I rejoiced the day you were baptized, to see your life unfold.
I was there when you were but a child, with a faith to suit you well;
In a blaze of light you wandered off, to find where demons dwell."

"When you heard the wonder of the Word, I was there to cheer you on;
You were raised to praise the living Lord, to whom you now belong.
If you find someone to share your time, and you join your hearts as one,
I'll be there to make your verses rhyme, from dusk 'till rising sun."

In the middle ages of your life, not too old, no longer young,
I'll be there to guide you through the night, complete what I've begun.
When the evening gently closes in, and you shut your weary eyes,
I'll be there as I have always been, with just one more surprise."

"I was there to hear your borning cry, I'll be there when you are old.
I rejoiced the day you were baptized,to see your life unfold."

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I woke up with this song in my head this morning, though I can't find a reason as to why. I haven't heard it recently - I guess I could have dreamt it...if I did, I don't remember.

Then, I decided to open up my devotion book...for the first time in months. This is what I found...

Praying to Die Well

Many people say, "I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid of dying." This is quite understandable, since dying often means illness, pain, dependency, and loneliness.

The fear of dying is nothing to be ashamed of. It is the most human of all human fears. Jesus himself entered into that fear. In his anguish "sweat fell to the groudn like great drops of blood" (Luke 22:44). How must we deal with our fear of dying? Like Jesus we mus pray that we may receive special strength to make the great passage to new life. Then we can trust that God will send us an angel to comfort us, as he sent an angel to Jesus.

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What am I supposed to think? Ever since the last time I visited Russ at the hospital, I haven't been able to get him and what he said out of my mind...about his writing the piece for the Lenten journal... and the fact that I've now tried to visit him twice since, and he's been sleeping. I don't know what I'm supposed to think...or do...

Into your hands we commend our spirits... Amen.