TILL THE DAY BREAK AND THE SHADOWS FLEE AWAY
Song of Solomon 4:6
By Verne Strickland, September 14, 2014
Till the day break , and the shadows flee away
This is on my Grandfather's tombstone. He died June 22,1941
It has a stunning effect on me. He took his own life on this day.
This is how I envision him on his day of everlasting Glory:
I see him rising fresh-faced from his torment
And hear the flutter of a small dove's wings
A morning sun seeps through leafy boughs dappling his face -- pale, luminescent, lean
There is a light of wonder in his eyes --
drenched by dew, God-sent tears
or sprinkled holy water
as from a stone baptismal font
Song of Solomon 4:6
By Verne Strickland, September 14, 2014
Till the day break , and the shadows flee awayThis is on my Grandfather's tombstone. He died June 22,1941
It has a stunning effect on me. He took his own life on this day.
This is how I envision him on his day of everlasting Glory:
And hear the flutter of a small dove's wings
A morning sun seeps through leafy boughs dappling his face -- pale, luminescent, lean
There is a light of wonder in his eyes --
drenched by dew, God-sent tears
or sprinkled holy water
as from a stone baptismal font
My grandfather, young again, his time unspent,
smiles joyfully as he sees
the face of Jesus
He is risen -- risen indeed
Thank you Precious Lord
the face of Jesus
He is risen -- risen indeed
Thank you Precious Lord
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