It’s been two years since I wrote this. I am no longer dissatisfied. My loved one initially progressed slowly but surely and distanced himself from the awful, rebuffed grave. Since then he is traveling fast and far from it — fully alive, healthy, safe, and journeying Earth with no end in sight. He has a hope and a future.
Depending on circumstances, different lyrics from this hymn assume prominence.
When I sense myself drifting, the following verse becomes my prayer:
Let that grace now like a fetter bind my wandering heart to thee: Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, prone to leave the God I love. Here’s my heart, Lord, take and seal it …
When I find myself in times of trouble, a different line serves as a distress call:
He to rescue me from danger …
For the sixth straight week, I have distilled this song and “The Lord’s Prayer” to short, simple prayers:
Rescue us from danger. Deliver us from evil.
This is a time when less is more, because a loved one had one foot, no two … no ALL of him in the grave. Before his fate could be finalized there, he was rescued — ever-so-delicately, ever-so-protectively, ever-so-tenderly — by the hands of our Father. He…
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Cindi Gale 