Dad and I sat at breakfast yesterday and talked about the old hymns that fed our hope and faith in these days. This is the one I have been singing tonight, though not quite David Phelps.
O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.O light that foll’west all my way,
I yield my flick’ring torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain,
That morn shall tearless be.O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.
We have felt held by Love today. Mom had a long, hard day and also made progress. I feel both loved and grateful.
Peace,
Milton
amazing. David and I were in school together at Baylor. He’s a great a guy as he is a singer.
I’m praying for you and your family this morning. Grateful that you are already feeling loved.
Prayers here, too.
Thanks for sharing that hymn. Hymns are so rich; I wish we used them more in church.