Upon reflection over the past few weeks, I do believe it's true I'm
forced to close another chapter in the book of life with my son.
I used to sing to him every night at bedtime.
That part of our routine has quietly, gently drifted away.
He's too determined to get into the next chapter of whatever
book he's reading to wait politely as I fumble through my singing.
Just before I admitted defeat, we were singing Jesus King of Angels
by Fernando Ortega. A lovely benediction, I think, to 8 and a bit
years of singing to my son.
Jesus, King of angels, heaven's light,
Shine Your face upon this house tonight.
Let no evil come into my dreams;
Light of heaven, keep me in Your peace.
Remind me how You made dark spirits flee,
And spoke Your power to the raging sea.
And spoke Your mercy to a sinful man;
Remind me, Jesus, this is what I am.
The universe is vast beyond the stars,
But You are mindful when the sparrow falls,
And mindful of the anxious thoughts that find me, surround me and bind me...
With all my heart I love You, Sovereign Lord
Tomorrow let me love You even more.
And rise to speak the goodness of Your name
Until I close my eyes and sleep again.
Jesus, King of angels, heaven's light,
Hold my hand and keep me through the night.
1 comment:
Oh how perfect, Sandra! Beautiful! Love that song. That's so cool that you had that tradition with Lloyd...
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