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My heart is aching right now. One of the children who survived the Lester killings was found with "a knife protruding from his head". Another child's fingertips were cut off. The police think this was done to the children in order to torture the father.....what did they ever do? Five children who had a future. Five children who someone could have loved, who were loved. I can't breathe. I'm light headed. I am at school and as I was walking to the library I saw the scene from The Butterfly Effect, where the father is exploiting the children sexually. WHY!?! They hurt everyday!!!! With no regard to thier own lives adults make decisions everyday that effect them for the rest of their lives, or terminate their lives completely. Whether or not it's a physical death, children die everyday from our words and our actions. It's at times like these that I believe our father will rescue them and bring them to Him.
Into The West
Lay down,
your sweet and weary head.
Night is falling.
You have come to journey’s end.
Sleep now,and dream
of the ones who came before.
They are calling,
from across a distant shore.
Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see.
All of your fears will pass away.
Safe in my arms,
you’re only sleeping.
What can you see,
on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea,
a pale moon rises.
The ships have come,
to carry you home.
And all will turn,
to silver glass.
A light on the water.
All souls pass.
Hope fades,
Into the world of night.
Through shadows falling,
Out of memory and time.
Don’t say,
We have come now to the end.
White shores are calling.
You and I will meet again.
And you’ll be here in my arms,
Just sleeping.
What can you see,
on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea,
a pale moon rises.
The ships have come,
to carry you home.
And all will turn,
to silver glass.
A light on the water.
Grey ships pass
Into the West.
father......?
Into The West
Lay down,
your sweet and weary head.
Night is falling.
You have come to journey’s end.
Sleep now,and dream
of the ones who came before.
They are calling,
from across a distant shore.
Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see.
All of your fears will pass away.
Safe in my arms,
you’re only sleeping.
What can you see,
on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea,
a pale moon rises.
The ships have come,
to carry you home.
And all will turn,
to silver glass.
A light on the water.
All souls pass.
Hope fades,
Into the world of night.
Through shadows falling,
Out of memory and time.
Don’t say,
We have come now to the end.
White shores are calling.
You and I will meet again.
And you’ll be here in my arms,
Just sleeping.
What can you see,
on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea,
a pale moon rises.
The ships have come,
to carry you home.
And all will turn,
to silver glass.
A light on the water.
Grey ships pass
Into the West.
father......?
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I believe the reality of Sin (in all its unspeakable, unhidden horror) makes us long for Christ's return because His return is not only us going to Heaven, but also Sin being cast into Hell, and Hell into the lake of fire. It is the final realizing of not only peace, but also justice.
Hwee Hwee Tan (in her excellent novel "Foreign Bodies") said it better than I can: "Christ, the pale rider, will return to claw the guilty out of the black earth and lift them against the ruby sky, and the land will groan its vengeance...In the day of the Lord, blood from the hill will flow again."
What a day that will be...
Ms. Karen
BTW....one of the most beautiful songs ever.
See Isaiah 16:8 & 9