Thursday, 6 September 2012

The cry of a broken heart.

It's two weeks today since our Dad left this world.
It's been a tough time for all of us.
Everywhere I go I see something that reminds me of him, and the tears come.
If I'm honest, even though I was with him as he took his last breaths, I still can't believe he's gone.
I've felt numb most of the time, and though I believe God is with me right now, I've longed to feel His presence in a greater way.

Yesterday in the car I listened to a very old cd of The Salvation Army International Staff Songsters. I needed inspiration for Dad's funeral.
'Share my Yoke' came on. Not the best of titles. I've heard all the egg jokes. But the most amazing words and music, written by Joy Webb, a Salvation Army officer who has the gift of getting right to the heart of things.

They spoke to my broken heart. How did God know, about 25yrs ago when Joy wrote it, that they would be the very words I needed to hear yesterday?

Here they are. I believe that 'God is near to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.' Psalm 34:18 I share them with you in my brokenness, and pray that God will speak as you read them.

When I'm tired and nothing's going right for me;
When things I've counted on just do not come my way;
When in my mind the thick grey folds of doubt arise,
It's then I seem to hear him say....

Share my yoke and find that I am joined with you.
Your slightest movement I shall feel and be there too!
Share my yoke and come the way that I must go!
In our "togetherness" my peace you'll know;
The world beholding us will see it's so!
When I'm perplexed and no one's understanding me;
When even safest thoughts collapse in disarray;
When I've lost the things that always seemed so sure,
It's then I need to hear him say...

Share my yoke and find that I am joined with you.
Your slightest movement I shall feel and be there too!
Share my yoke and come the way that I must go!
In our "togetherness" my peace you'll know;
The world beholding us will see it's so!


When I'm alone and nothing's getting through to me;
An isolation that increases day by day;
When closest friends can seem a thousand miles away,
It's then I long to hear him say...

Share my yoke and find that I am joined with you.
Your slightest movement I shall feel and be there too!
Share my yoke and come the way that I must go!
In our "togetherness" my peace you'll know;
The world beholding us will see it's so!

1 comment:

Alison said...

praying that you will discover the "Togetherness" even in the brokeness.
Much love