On the death of a friend

Funerals are a time for reflection, a time for evaluation. Since Jeannie and I are similar in so many ways, her death has sent me into a reflective spiral. Kind of like an internal tornado. I find myself alternately frozen and unable to do a thing, and motivated to get my life in order. I really have to get a book published, or at least written and ready for publication. I have several photo albums to finish. I have decisions to make, projects begun and half finished. And, above all, I have closets to clean.

Since I've returned from Colorado, these lyrics are speaking to me. I wanted to share them with you, as well as Brooke Fraser's lovely voice.

SHADOWFEET

Walking, stumbling on these shadowfeet

toward home, a land that I've never seen

I am changing, less and less asleep

made of different stuff than when I began

and I have sensed it all along

fast approaching is the day


[CHORUS]
when the world has fallen out from under me

I'll be found in you, still standing

when the sky rolls up and mountains fall on their knees

when time and space are through

I'll be found in you


There's distraction buzzing in my head

saying in the shadows it's easier to stay

but I've heard rumours of true reality

whispers of a well-lit way



[CHORUS]


You make all things new

You make all things new

You make all things new

You make all things

You make all things



[CHORUS 2]

When the world has fallen out from under me

I'll be found in you, still standing

Every fear and accusation under my feet

when time and space are through

I'll be found in you

when time and space are through

I'll be found in you

when time and space are through

I'll be found in you

Pastor Phylis