0812B HOW PRECIOUS IN THE LORD’S SIGHT IS THE DEATH OF HIS SAINTS (SONG OF THE WEEK)

HOW PRECIOUS IN THE LORD'S SIGHT IS THE DEATH OF HIS SAINTS (SONG OF THE WEEK)

(We have faced loss of family and friends in recent weeks, and Psalm 116:15 has been a comfort many times. Ellen challenged me to write a song on that verse. So this is an elaborate setup, but centers on that verse. In honor of Willard Kelley.)

Dear loved ones, my friends and family

Cry if you will, oh, but don’t cry for me

I am where I’ve always wanted to be

For life down below never felt much like home to me

 vanity of vanities 

Being bound under the sun

Under the sun

 

I spent all my days bound under the sun

And though I loved deeply, I never belonged

And the time has gone and the time has come

But time is no friend to anyone

For the seasons change and the times never last

But this is the time when time is now past

For death is now dead where time is undone

For I am no more bound under the sun

 

I’m living now in a new domain

And I’m filled with joy and there’s no more pain

No more cancer or limping or longing or tears

I’ve gone on before you, so come join me here

 

Here I shine with the stars and I dance in the light

Walking and leaping and praising God

Marching on to victory in the promised land

Milk and honey flows here from the fathers hand

And where he led me I did follow

I went with Him all the way

And found victory in Jesus

My savior forever

  

And from here I can see what the Lord thinks of you

And of you and of you and of you and of me

For the Lord knows all those who are truly his

And he carries them home to be where he is

 

Can you see with the psalmist the picture he paints:

HOW PRECIOUS IN THE LORD’S SIGHT

IS THE DEATH OF THESE HIS SAINTS

THE SPIRIT AND THE BRIDE SAY

COME TAKE YOUR BRIDE AWAY

And here none of us are bound UNDER THE SUN

We bound over clouds and over the sun in the name of the Father in the name of the Son in the name of the Spirit we fly over the sun