"O God, our help in ages past,
our hope for years to come,
our shelter from the stormy blast,
and our eternal home.Under the shadow of thy throne,
still may we dwell secure;
sufficient is thine arm alone,
and our defense is sure.Before the hills in order stood,
or earth received her frame,
from everlasting, thou art God,
to endless years the same.A thousand ages, in thy sight,
are like an evening gone;
short as the watch that ends the night,
before the rising sun.Time, like an ever rolling stream,
bears all who breathe away;
they fly forgotten, as a dream
dies at the opening day.O God, our help in ages past,
our hope for years to come;
be thou our guide while life shall last,
and our eternal home. "~ Isaac Watts
This past month (December 2012) we have had occassion to bury both my mother and my father. Dad passed away two weeks and one day after mom did. As I contemplated what a major change this is going to be in my life, the above words of Isaac Watts came to mind.
(Cross posted to Poetry Particulars.)
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