Monday, January 26, 2015

Monday's Mourning Ministry - I Can't Turn You Loose ~Otis Redding (with revised Lyrics for Grieving Parents)






Monday's Mourning Ministry

I Can't Turn You Loose

~Otis Redding

(with revised lyrics for 
grieving parents)









I Can't Turn You Loose

~Otis Redding

(with Lyrics revised for a Grieving Parent)



I can't turn you a loose now
If I do, I'm gonna lose my mind
Honey, I can't never turn you a loose now
If I do, I'm gonna lose my mind
I can't turn you a loose for nobody
'Cause I love you baby, yes I do now
I'm a cry in', shaking mama (papa), I told ya
Honey, baby girl, I love you
Gotta baby, I gotta do it baby, why don't I~ 
I'm gonna give you all the love that you want

I gotta, gotta, gotta
Keep on a, a cryin' baby
Never, never gonna turn you loose
Keep on a, keep on a holding on
Gotta gotta

I can't turn you a loose now
Our love was the sweetest, sweetest thing, ooo
I'll never, never turn you a loose
Because of the sweetest love you bring me
I said I can't turn you a loose for nobody baby
I love you baby, yes I do!
Baby, I'm a cryin', shaking mama (papa), I love ya
I'm always gonna love you!
Honest baby I'm gonna do it baby why don't I
I'm gonna give ya all the love that you want

Gotta, gotta, gotta
Keep, keep on holding on
Never gonna turn you loose now
Never gonna lose you baby
I, I got to…

I can't turn you a loose
Never, I'm never gonna turn you a loose
I'm gonna keep holding on, can't turn you a loose
Gonna keep a grip on you
I can't turn you loose

Early in the morning
And I love to hold ya
I can't turn you loose
Never gonna turn ya (loose)
Gotta keep on holding
Hold on to me baby
Gotta, gotta, gotta








Grief Video found at

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xEvsJtrl60

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Sunday's Sorrow - The Weeping of a Child-Loss Soul







Sunday's Sorrow

The Weeping of a Child-Loss Soul










Does lead transmute to gold? 
With God's help, can this grieving heart be made whole?


When my child died,
I was left with a broken heart
How could I abide
Such heinous news
That from this earthly life, she forever would depart?
It defies all this mother stands for, and all my heart imbues.


The hail of death fell
Upon my body, heart, soul, and spirit
No comfort could quell
This mother's broken spirit.


My heart split into a million pieces
As from this mother's hell
I'd never be granted any releases;
Over the months and years, deeper into despair's pit I fell...


Even the Bible had laid out 
what I had in store:

This is what the LORD says,

"A voice is heard in Ramah, 
mourning and great weeping, 
Rachel weeping for her children 
and refusing to be comforted, 
because they are no more."


Into a megaphone, to me, Death's demons would roar, 
"Where was your God in Heaven
when hell's wrath upon your child did pour?"


My God whose heart toward me ever had been full of love
Seemed to have abandoned His throne from His own Heaven above
For the God of love I knew,
From death, my child, surely would rescue!


It seemed every promise in His word I had ever read
Would surely not have left my helpless child dead!


Now my soul was hurling into an ever sure demise
As I would feel no release coming from Heaven's skies.
I remembered God's whole earth had been struck dark
When His own Son from it's torturous shores would depart.


How ever would I find any relief this side of Heaven
As for this mother's grief there seemed to be no relieving leaven? 


How did my Heavenly Father from Death's destruction recover
As He watched through earth's darkness as His own Child's breath was smothered?

Why did He not destroy all of His created earth
At such infamous culmination of His own Holy Child's birth?


Despite His untold agony as He looked down from Glory
Surely our God survived by knowing the Rest of the Story...
That His Own Son would leave earth's shores to rejoin with Him in Glory…!


Perhaps therein I'll find the Grace I daily ever will need
To begin to quell this broken heart from its constant grievous bleed… 


Surely when the Golden Grace of God imparts into a shattered human heart
There is a glorious transmutation that occurs to quicken His own Life into my broken heart
To help a mother on this earth her own child's death to survive…


Even as man transmutes gold from lead,
Our God quickens my child's life so that her Spirit now survives 
Even though she too, like God's own Son, once was deemed dead,
Through God's Glorious Grace, she now  has been made Alive!



By God's Grace, while still on this earth, this mother's broken heart survives…
And I too someday will live again and see that my child thrives!







God heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.

~Psalm 147:3




Poem - The Weeping of a Child-Loss Soul - Angie Bennett Prince - January 4, 2015




Scripture quoted in poem:

New International Version
"A voice is heard in Ramah, weeping and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more."

~Matthew 2:18 NIV

New International Version
This is what the LORD says: "A voice is heard in Ramah, mourning and great weeping, Rachel weeping for her children and refusing to be comforted, because they are no more."

~Jeremiah 31:15 NIV





1st Graphic:

~Artwork by Mark Lawrence based on Psalm 147:3:
http://www.framedcanvasart.com/product/brokenhearted-psalm-14732.html 

Also found at bing.com:

 http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=psalm+147%3A3+graphics&go=Submit&qs=bs&form=QBIR#view=detail&id=33967045EC5D1C99F71A1D64D8F602D4A906912D&selectedIndex=64



2nd Graphic:

Artwork by Karen Holland based on Psalm 147:3


He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds curing their pains and their sorrows. Psalm 147:3

Found on




Thursday, January 1, 2015

~Blessed New Year 2015~ Being Held...





Sweet thoughts found on Facebook tonight when I am feeling speechless...







On Joy and Sorrow

~Kahlil Gibran



Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.

And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain...

Some of you say, "Joy is greater thar sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."

But I say unto you, they are inseparable.

Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is there too, simply asleep upon your bed...

They are both sacred, sorrow and joy.




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Merry Katherine (age 18) and me,
Thanksgiving 2005
I would have her with me
less than 1 more year...



Thanks to our Lord,
some sweet Day,
I will hold her in my arms again!





Meanwhile...










~May you have a very Blessed New Year~

May our Lord hold you 
in the shadow of His wings...








1st, 2nd, & 3rd graphic ~ thanks to
https://www.facebook.com/drjoannec

Picture ~ mine

4th graphic, thanks to
Psalm 36:7


5th graphic, thanks to
He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge.. Psalm 91:4