Afterdeath

I wait in the parking lot
Until I can finish sobbing along
To songs about the Resurrection,
Then walk through the parking lot,
Admiring the waning blue moon
As she wanes on the western horizon --
We will not see another such for years --
And go inside to numb my fresh grief
Among orderly lines of code.

(My friend, Father Thomas McKenzie, died yesterday in a car crash on I-40 west of Nashville. I hope to meet him again when the earth is remade by its glorious Redeemer.)

Prayers in Time of Pain

 When other helpers fail and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O, abide with me.

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If there is anything in this accusation, lead me to fix my view or decision. If there's not, then let it roll off of me so it doesn't weigh me down.

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Let me stand fast to the end like a faithful old soldier or one of the musicians on the Titanic.