Oh, that my words were recorded,
that they were written on a scroll,
that they were inscribed with an iron
tool on lead,
or engraved in rock forever!
I know that my Redeemer lives,
and that in the end He will stand
upon the earth.
And after my skin has been destroyed,
yet in my flesh I will see God;
I myself will see Him
with my own eyes -- I,
and not another.
How my heart yearns within me!
Our pastor says a lot of wonderful things.
My favorite from this year was that Jesus himself, who carried
the power of the Resurrection within his own body,
cried at the death of his friend Lazarus.
(In memory of my husband's cousin Rob Murphy,
age 40, who finished his journey on earth today)