Monday's Mourning Ministry - Always ~Building 429

Monday's Mourning Ministry

Always

~Building 429

Always

Building 429

I was standing in the pouring rain

One dark November night

Fighting off the bitter cold

When she caught my eye

Her face was torn and her eyes were filled

And then to my surprise

She pulled out a photograph

And my heart just stopped inside

She said,

He would have been three today

I miss his smile, I miss his face

What was I supposed to say

But I believe always, always

Our Savior never fails

Even when all hope is gone

God knows our pain,

and His promise remains

He will be with you always

He was living in a broken world,

dreaming of a home

His heart was barely keeping pace

When I found him all alone

Remembering the way he felt

When his daddy said goodbye

Fighting just to keep the tears

And the anger locked inside

He's barely holding on to faith

But deliverance is on its way

'Cuz I believe always always

Our Savior never fails

Even when all hope is gone

God knows our pain,

and His promise remains

He will be with you always

Friend I don't know where you are

And I don't know where you've been

Maybe you're fighting for your life

Or just about to throw the towel in

But if you're crying out for mercy

If there's no hope left at all

If you've given everything you've got

And you're still about to fall

Well hold on, hold on, hold on

Cuz I believe always always

Our Savior never fails

Even when all faith is gone

God knows our pain and His promise remains

Always, Always

He will be with you always

He will be with you always

He will be with you always

He will be with you

Thank you to my friend, grieving mother Danielle Helms for the picture of the cross in the clouds, reminding her of God's faithfulness...

Monday's Mourning Ministry - Que Sara, Sara / Now What?

Monday's Mourning Ministry

Que Sara, Sara

Now What?

I look out into my vast, wide future.

I cannot ascertain what it will hold.

This hole in my heart won't stitch up by suture.

What repercussions from trauma unfold?

Then I thought of this childhood song,

My mother once sang to me...

When I was just a little girl,

I asked my mother, "What will I be?

Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?"

Here's what she said to me:

"Que sera, sera,

What ever will be, will be.

The future's not ours to see.

Que sera, sera.

What will be, will be.'"

When I grew up and fell in love,

I asked my sweetheart,

"What lies ahead?"

Will we have rainbows, day after day?"

Here's what my sweetheart said:

"Que sera, sera,

What ever will be, will be.

The future's not ours to see.

Que sera, sera.

What will be, will be."

Now I have children of my own

They ask their mommy, "What will I be?

Will I be handsome, will I be rich?"

I tell them tenderly,

"Que sera, sera,

Whatever will be, will be.

The future's not ours to see,

Que sera, sera,

What will be, will be.

Que sera, sera!"

{Then I add verses of my own

Addressing my Father upon His throne,}

Now that I've lost this child of my own,

I asked my Father, "What will come of me?

Will I be heartsick, day after day?"

Here's what He said to me,

"Que sera, sera.

Whatever will be, will be.

The future's not yours to see,

Que sera sera,

Put your trust in Me!

"Que sera sera,

Put your trust in Me!

"I too have lost a Child of My Own:

He asked Me, 'Father, must I die for Thee?

Yet not My will but, Thine be done.'

Likewise, I ask of thee,

"Que sera, sera.

Whatever will be, will be.

The future's not yours to see,

Que sera sera,

Will you follow Me?

"Que sera, sera.

Lose your life. Follow Me.

"Que sera, sera.

Take thy cross. Follow Me."

Que Sara, Sara

by Doris Day

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xZbKHDPPrrc

Friday's Faith - God’s Passionate Hush

Friday's Faith

God’s Passionate Hush

Don’t think of His silence as disinterest

For even His silence communicates;

He speaks in the calm and in the tempest.

As one of us ponders or ruminates,

There is surely activity and care—

It just might not obviously be shown:

As thunder brews in the moist-laden air,

There is much going on—to us unknown;

As a mother watches her newborn child,

One may not see ev’ry thought, care or fear,

But should this mother o’er her child be riled,

You’ll see the ire of a mother bear rear.

There is such a thing as passionate hush—

God awaits; in time, to your side He’ll rush,

As He rushed to her side that night, I trust.

Picture: http://twitpic.com/105a35

Poem – God’s Passionate Hush – Angie Bennett Prince – 8/28/08