Lord, Protect My Child

 

For his age he's wise

He's got his mother's eyes

There's gladness in his heart

He's young and he's wild

My only prayer is, if I can't be there

Lord, protect my child

 

 

As his youth now unfolds

He is centuries old

Just to see him at play makes me smile

No matter what happens to me

No matter what my destiny

Lord, protect my child

 

 

While the whole world is asleep

You can look at it and weep

Few things you find are worthwhile

And though I don't ask for much

No material things to touch

Lord, protect my child

 

 

He's young and on fire

Full of hope and desire

In a world that's been raped and defiled

If I fall along the way

And can't see another day

Lord, protect my child

 

 

There'll be a time I hear tell

When all will be well

When God and man will be reconciled

But until men lose their chains

And righteousness reigns

Lord, protect my child

 

- Bob Dylan

 

 



The Throne

The following info is best presented as a list.

1. The car radio is broken.
2. A song is stuck in my head.
3. I've been trying to memorize it in the car, since -
4. The car radio is broken.
5. Last week a young girl died;
6. Her mom is an old friend.
7. The song is still in my head, and
8. It's helping.

Please join me praying for Nina, Craig and Alexander Sarkinen, since they've lost a daugher and sister.  Here's the song:

As debtors to mercy alone,

Of heavenly mercy we sing;

Nor fear to draw near to the throne,

Our person and offerings to bring:

The wrath of a sin-hating God

With us can have nothing to do;

The Saviour's obedience and blood

Hide all our transgressions from view.

 

The work from which His goodness began,

The arm of His strength will complete;

His promise is Yea and Amen,

And never was forfeited yet:

Things future, nor things that are now,

Nor all things below nor above,

Can make Him His purpose forego,

Or sever our souls from his love.

 

Our names from the palms of His hands

Eternity will not erase:

Impressed on His heart they remain,

In marks of indelible grace:

And we to the end shall endure,

As sure as the earnest is given;

More happy, but not more secure,

The spirits departed to heaven.

 

A.M. Toplady