... life.... death... and then?
There's a Bebo Norman song, called Rita.
I'm not sure the background info on the song, or why exactly he wrote it, but it's about death.
"Lay down softly in our sorrow
Lay down sister to die
And cover over, my sweet Father
Cover over her eyes
Your broken body, it cannot weather
The years your youth still longs to spend
So go down graceful, sleep with the angels
And wake up whole again
‘Cause it was not your time; that's a useless line
A fallen world took your life
But the God that sometimes can't be found
Will wrap Himself around you
So lay down, sister, lay down
Slower passing are the hours
To tell this tale that takes its time
But the finest moment, no man can measure
Is to look your Savior in the eyes
So take her tender to Your table
Take her from this killing floor
To taste the water that is forever
Let her be thirsty no more
But the God that sometimes can't be found
Will wrap Himself around you
So lay down, sister, lay down"
Some friends of mine lost somebody very special to them tonight. An organist at their church. A best friend of their mother. She had been battling sickness for a while. She taught piano lessons to their little sister. Only a year ago she was directing a conference. I didn't personaly know her as well as everybody else did, but I'm taking her death worse than I thought. I feel like I know her more, through the kind words countless others have said about her. The song above, I dunno, it's sort of comforting. I tried to offer my condolences, to my friends, who called me in tears. But I felt that it wasn't enough. Death is so hard to understand. They are really searching for God in this. I don't understand, and I don't think I'm supposed to, but I wish I could do something more. I feel helpless.
I'm not sure the background info on the song, or why exactly he wrote it, but it's about death.
"Lay down softly in our sorrow
Lay down sister to die
And cover over, my sweet Father
Cover over her eyes
Your broken body, it cannot weather
The years your youth still longs to spend
So go down graceful, sleep with the angels
And wake up whole again
‘Cause it was not your time; that's a useless line
A fallen world took your life
But the God that sometimes can't be found
Will wrap Himself around you
So lay down, sister, lay down
Slower passing are the hours
To tell this tale that takes its time
But the finest moment, no man can measure
Is to look your Savior in the eyes
So take her tender to Your table
Take her from this killing floor
To taste the water that is forever
Let her be thirsty no more
But the God that sometimes can't be found
Will wrap Himself around you
So lay down, sister, lay down"
Some friends of mine lost somebody very special to them tonight. An organist at their church. A best friend of their mother. She had been battling sickness for a while. She taught piano lessons to their little sister. Only a year ago she was directing a conference. I didn't personaly know her as well as everybody else did, but I'm taking her death worse than I thought. I feel like I know her more, through the kind words countless others have said about her. The song above, I dunno, it's sort of comforting. I tried to offer my condolences, to my friends, who called me in tears. But I felt that it wasn't enough. Death is so hard to understand. They are really searching for God in this. I don't understand, and I don't think I'm supposed to, but I wish I could do something more. I feel helpless.