IN THE CUSTODY OF HIS HOPE
The common denominator of human life
Rode his pale horse past our house today;
And our lessened numbers paid the price—
God had chosen—His will had been sent our way.
Grief, the child of love, came and prayed with us;
With shared emotions, we gathered in the relief of peace;
Consoled souls sang songs praising our friend, Jesus;
His loving care and glorious wonders never cease.
Our grief having had its appointed moment, we recalled
A childhood prayer that was once nightly prayed by us all:
“Now I lay me down to sleep; I pray the Lord, my soul to keep;
And if I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord, my soul to take.”
Tomorrow we will light candle flames of hope in a glorious resurrection;
Despite detours along the way, we never lost sight of God’s revelation!