in which i figure out why i couldn't read today.
i haven't exactly been cursing my laryngitis, but it's never pleasant to be unable to talk, especially when one is used to running one's mouth constantly. *wry look* i've been looking at it more as yet another aspect of my (karmic) debt/payment for all the effort of the past two months, and feeling that it's likely the last tiny bit of this last patch of illness (a truly yucky head cold). hopefully this will be IT.
i hope.
that said, it also would have been pretty inconvenient to have been up on the altar in front of hundreds of people only to begin bawling when the visiting cantor (a young man with an amazing voice who occasionally sings at Sacred Heart) started singing a song i'd never heard before, during Communion.
Click to viewHow could it be this baby in my arms
Sleeping now, so peacefully
The Son of God, the angel said
How could it be?
Lord, I know He's not my own
Not of my flesh, not of my bone
Still Father, let this baby be
The son of my love.
Father, show me where I fit into this plan of Yours
How can a man be father to the Son of God?
Lord, for all my life I've been a simple carpenter
How can I raise a King?
How can I raise a King?
He looks so small
His face and hands so fair
And when He cries, the sun just seems to disappear
But when He laughs, it shines again
How could it be?
Father, show me where I fit into this plan of Yours
How can a man be father to the Son of God?
Lord, for all my life I've been a simple carpenter
How can I raise a King?
How can I raise a King?
How could it be this baby in my arms
Sleeping now, so peacefully
The Son of God, the angel said
How could it be?
How could it be?
it's called "Joseph's Song."