I Know…

Five short simple days ago, a beautiful, outgoing, young mother traveled a dark road back to the arms of our loving Savior.  A couple of short simple weeks before, I had passed her on the street…herding my kidlets to swim lessons, while she was walking her sweet children to the park.  Did I see something then?  Should I have been less focused on our errand and taken more time to talk to her?  Could I have made a difference?  I’ve walked similar dark roads…and part of me feels that I should have been able to sense something.  Could I have let her know she wasn’t alone?  We’d talked before…our children have played together at the park…CareBear loved babysitting her sweet children.  Is there something I could have done?  I don’t know…I didn’t know her well.  Maybe therein lies my deep sadness…I didn’t know her well. 

But I’ll wrap my arms around my kidlets…and hold them a little longer…while asking the Lord to hold this beautiful sister…and all of her sweet loved ones…just a little longer and tighter to bring them the comfort they need.

I know that my Redeemer lives;
What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives, He lives, who once was dead;
He lives, my ever living head.

He lives to bless me with His love,
He lives to plead for me above,
He lives my hungry soul to feed,
He lives to bless in time of need.

He lives to grant me rich supply,
He lives to guide me with His eye,
He lives to comfort me when faint,
He lives to hear my soul’s complaint.

He lives to silence all my fears,
He lives to wipe away my tears,
He lives to calm my troubled heart,
He lives, all blessings to impart.

He lives, my kind, wise, heav’nly friend,
He lives, and loves me to the end,
He lives, and while He lives I’ll sing,
He lives, my Prophet, Priest and King.

He lives, and grants me daily breath,
He lives, and I shall conquer death,
He lives, my mansion to prepare,
He lives, to bring me safely there.

He lives, all glory to His name!
He lives, my Jesus, still the same;
O the sweet joy this sentence gives,
“I know that my Redeemer lives.”

He lives, all glory to His name!
He lives, my Jesus, still the same;
O the sweet joy this sentence gives,

“I know that my Redeemer lives!”



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