Silent tears and private thoughts
As heaven quietly descends shroud-like,
A holy veil enveloping and wrapping tight,
Confused peace and calm sadness
Even now secure.

Our song this sunny morn sings
‘I long to be where the praise is never ending’
And fills my heart with You, Lord, You,
and I too ‘yearn to dwell where the glory never fades.’
Help me, Lord, help me true…

When suddenly the cherubic Missy-esque girl
Bright eyed appears four pews ahead – this
brings the tears – mother to the left,
Shshing, and daddy to the right, big sister, too –
Just as we chorus ring ‘He knows my every thought;
He sees each tear that falls.’ Yes, even these.

Heaven descends amid private thoughts
Silent tears my Missy girl
and You, Lord. Yes
Heaven among us this sunny morn.

SRB
June 23, 2002