Tonight she held and kissed him one last time

His dad cried as tiny fingers wrapped around his one last time

Tonight they said goodbye to their son

Oh heartbreak and sweet precious time, is there ever enough

Today his heart continues to beat

Inside another

Who needed her to say goodbye and his dad to cry

Oh gift of life that requires such painful sacrifice, his precious life was enough

Enough to save, Enough to give, 

Enough for others to continue to live

In their grief they gave joy

Joy and hope and promise of more

More time, more smiles, more tears and more trials

Oh heartbreak and sweet precious time, there is what there is

May we make the most of whatever is ours to give

In honor of a tiny organ donor

For all my friends and co-workers who lovingly served him and his family

And for his family who so courageously gave.

Sweet Dreams

You’re tired because you’re fighting the voices in your head, demons in your bed

The dark swallows the light and you’re tired

Tired of fighting

Dream sweet dreams

Even if it’s make believe 

Just believe

Dream sweet dreams

Sleep

You’re tired because it’s lying, the voice of unbelief, Explain yourself, who’s yourself, don’t lose yourself

The dark shines brighter than the light and your tired

Tired of lying

Dream sweet dreams

Even if it’s make believe

Just believe

Dream sweet dreams

Sleep

What if the fight doesn’t end with the night

Come the light

What if the battle rages

Come the fight

Wade through the pain, love through the hate, avoid the mines that fill up your mind

Tired of trying

Let them in, let them in, The ones who can’t see

Scream and shout, scream it out

The demons you see, mines they can’t find, voices you hear

Let it out

Let them in

You’re tired because your fighting, trying all alone, the demons lay, voices stay but love doesn’t leave you on your own

The light it comes, won’t be undone, the dark turns grey

Tired

Love won’t quit 

Light is bright, together right

Lay down the fight and sleep tonight

Dream

Dream sweet dreams

Even if it’s make believe

Believe

And dream sweet dreams

A short story of hope...that starts with death

He took the cup called death.  As the cup tipped in his hands the dark liquid reflected back to him the agony it would inflict, the breath it would steal and the loneliness that would ensure.

Tormented but not afraid, he drank it down.

The taste in his mouth was salty.  Death poured into him the tears of ten-thousand years of sorrows.  The saltiness turned bitter and the liquid heavyed his heart with the ache of loss.  Loss of relationship, of hope, of strength, of joy, of light and air and God.

He swallowed it down.  The liquid burned as it sank into him.  Stealing his breath he felt the darkness pulling him away from light into the void.  Where once love and belonging filled a chasm of emptiness replaced. Stretching its fingers into all his recognizable parts death locked him away.  HIs strength, his will, his sound, his smile. Death permeated his whole being. Nothing of him was left.

The clarity that death cannot be predicted, tamed or controlled encapsulated all hearts.  Death won, and fear enslaved.  Death knows nothing of freedom or love only that of enslaving emptiness.

Long before he took the cup he took up the banner of love.  Putting on human skin he walked and talked, befriended and taught.  He felt loss and love, content and tempted. He lifted up and encouraged, rebuked and defended.  He cried and prayed, healed and fed. He loved perfectly God above, creation and all who lived.

Death could not comprehend his love, or his surrender.  Death underestimated his power. For three days death locked him away.  But on the third day he took the cup called death and poured into it himself and rose again.  For love is greater than death and in his surrender the power of death ravaged.

He took the cup called death and poured into it himself.  He swallowed up death’s power, it is tamed and under his control.  He broke the chains of fear. He waves still the banner of love. He is light and breath, strength, joy and hope.  He is God. He is freedom. He is able. He is Jesus. And in Him there is no fear.

Hebrews chapter 2:9,14 &15

“...he suffered death, so that by the grace of God he might taste death for everyone.”

“...he too shared in their humanity so that by his death he might destroy...the power of death...and free those who all their lives were held in slavery by their fear of death.”