“Oh love that will not let me go
I rest my weary soul in thee
I give thee back the life I owe
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be
Oh light that followest all my way
I yield my flickering torch to thee
My heart restores its borrowed ray
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be
Oh joy that seekest me through pain
I cannot close my heart to thee
I trace the rainbow through the rain
And feel the promise is not vain
That morn shall tearless be
Oh cross that liftest up my head
I dare not ask to fly from thee
I lay in dust’s life’s glory dead
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be” (Tom Fettke / George Matheson / Albert Peace).
These are the words of one of my favorite hymns. They seem very appropriate right now to me as so many I know are nearing the end of their life’s journeys. May the words speak comfort to you as they have to me.
I’m thankful that tomorrow is Easter Sunday, when the tomb that was borrowed for three days emptied and the death that seemed to reign for so long was finally defeated for all time.