Isaiah 64:6, 8 (NIV)

"All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all shrivel up like a leaf, and like the wind our sins sweep us away...Yet, O Lord, you are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand."

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Ryan's Song

Tears come and go, but memories stay.
Fears ebb and flow, but grace remains.
Love wins. It conquered death and hell.
Death fails. All it did was make you well.

So rest now. Your fight is over.
Rejoice now. Your pain is gone.
We will miss you. A thousand times over.
But rest now. You're finally at home.

Breathe deep. Let the air fill your lungs.
Run fast. Your legs will never tire.
Ride far. As far as you want to.
And sing loud, so all the angels hear you.

And rest now. Your fight is over.
Rejoice now. Your pain is gone.
We will miss you. A million times over.
But rest now. You're finally at home.

I know we'll see you soon.
Life's but a fleeting glance.
In your heavenly afternoon,
We'll gather round and dance.

But rest now! Your fight is over.
Rejoice now! Your pain is gone.
We will miss you. A billion times over.
But rest now. You're finally at home.

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