I only have ten pictures and a purple box
a lock of hair, a foot print, and an hour’s worth of thoughts
and memories to go off of, like, “Do you know you’re loved?
Do you know I’m dad and do you know that’s mom?
I remember your last breath. You left; and when they said, “He’s gone.”
How we lashed at death.
How we thought in poems.
And we had those friends who echoed, “How long!”
Sitting by the window hoping this is a nightmare.
Bent over, hugging my wife
the God of Micah met me right there.
Gave His beloved sleep, a broken heart relief, a sunshine to show me His mercy keeps on going like music on repeat.
I close my eyes knowing now you know more life than me
I worship through a glass dimly—you’re at His feet
You know, it’s something when a tragedy is so the Greatest Tragedy of time be shown, to kill my apathy.
Life from death? How could they call this alchemy?
Grace takes the taste from death and makes the mouths sing . . .
You do all things well, I know this
And when it all falls down, You show me
In my darkest clouds, I’m found
Your love and grace knows no bounds
So I praise You (Hallelujah)
In the Valley is where You find me now
Where I run to You (Hallelujah)
For Your Glory and for Your renown, yeah
I remember you laying on the bed, and blaming you
I said, “He’s good! His story says we’ll make it through
Even though we have to go home to a vacant room
Where a space for three has suddenly become a space for two
It’s grace that follows us through obstacles and outta hospitals
with love that’s optimal through valleys where He’ll make us new
His short life was used for things that we did not assume
Like knitting us together, and making Glory heavier
and heavy burdens feather weight as we await the groom
We’ve lost the pleasure of a sun but we have better news
We have the treasure of the One Who’s irreplaceable,
radiant, great than the pain that we’ve been praying through
Sunflower, on the day we see His face and all our tears are wiped away we’ll sing His praises in amazement
His glory will eclipse all this
He’s Who we’re waiting for
and His Cross is why our mouths sing . . .
You find me where I am
Worthy is the Lamb
In everything, sing
Worthy is the Lamb, yeah.
On that day we celebrated gifts in expectation
and in the same day (we were) praying that he’d make it
It’s like adversity will find us all
and it certainly will show our flaws
like how we worship planning life like we’re in charge
we think it works then. . .
we’re caught off guard
they closed the curtain, so we could be with him alone
What do we say? Our vision blurry
Uncertain as to what’s in store, but know He works
I think I read that in a book before.
Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. For as we share abundantly in Christ's sufferings, so through Christ we share abundantly in comfort too. If we are afflicted, it is for your comfort and salvation; and if we are comforted, it is for your comfort, which you experience when you patiently endure the same sufferings that we suffer. Our hope for you is unshaken, for we know that as you share in our sufferings, you will also share in our comfort.
(2 Corinthians 1:3-7, ESV)
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