June 18, 2008
Dearest Cody...
In the two
years since you passed, God has shown me so much because of you. Mostly, He's proven the message in the song "Held"...
"This hand is bitterness.
We want to taste it
Let the hatred numb our sorrow.
But the wise hand opens slowly
To Lilies of the Valley
And tomorrow...
...This is what it means to be held,
How it feels
When the sacred is torn from your life
But you survive.
This is what it means to be loved,
And to know
That 'The Promise' was when everything fell
We'd be held."
(lyrics by Christa Wells
and sung by Natalie Grant)
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Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side;
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change, He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul; thy best, thy Heavenly Friend,
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.
Be still, my soul: thy God doth undertake
To guide the future as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul, the wave and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.
Be still, my soul: the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.
(words by Katharina von Schlegel)
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change, He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul; thy best, thy Heavenly Friend,
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.
Be still, my soul: thy God doth undertake
To guide the future as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul, the wave and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.
Be still, my soul: the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.
(words by Katharina von Schlegel)
