Reflecting on the events of the past week, this song keeps playing in my mind. Rosanna, you truly found the greatest guy! and I agree - when two become one and one dies you're left with half. Wish I could take the pain away. I love you.
WEEPING TIME
Jon Buller
I’m so overwhelmed, I’m so tired
All around me my little world crumbles
Lord knows I can’t pick up all these pieces
Still I see them all there
And though I searched all around for help
I can’t seem to find it anywhere
And I will cry for it’s weeping time
Yesterday I closed my eyes and I prayed
Lord please don’t make me wake up again tomorrow
And the night was cold, yet my heart felt like fire
And my soul, it was sore from the praying
Praying for peace and quiet and more
And I will cry for it’s weeping time
And I will cry for it’s weeping time
Somehow still I believe You know my name
Somehow I understand You share my pain
They say that You have been there too
You cried, You cried
And I will cry for it’s weeping time
And I will cry for it’s weeping time
Myra's name means "a quiet song" and "light of God" - both which we have experienced from her these past days. Thank you Jesus for Myra and the comfort you pour out for us through her.
"The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. 'The Lord is my portion,' says my soul, 'therefore I will hope in him.'" Lamentations 3:22 - 24