“Let me be,” She whispered soft and low. Her “no” only a tremor, But it tumbled weary, sore. Let me be When stretch marks widen, When hips soften, When these eyes have sunken in. Let me be, Just what I am and where As age and love Take their toll.
Rich and important people smiled Small the talk and subtle. Stunning wealth, and yet Opinion valued more than gold. Suddenly a hush pulled every eye To their courtyard door. A rabbi entered, His eyes both kind and strong. He was only a rabbi small His students shuffled round All just
The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; those who dwelt in a land of deep darkness, on them has light shone. ~ Isaiah 9:2 To the tune: O Little Town of Bethlehem To world of hopeless horror filled A baby calm, and still. In darkness deep
I want a good life, beautiful and bright. I don’t want the suffering, awful night. I want You to give light I don’t want You out of sight. I want it all perfect, all my need so neatly met. I want it to be just as I dreamed.
O Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! You have set your glory above the heavens. Out of the mouth of babies and infants, you have established strength because of your foes, to still the enemy and the avenger. Psalm 8:1-2 …and they said