Unerring sweep the plans of God—
Like winds of vague descent.
With stormy blast and gentle breeze
He serves His continent.
Divinely scaled intentions lie
Beyond the scope of men—
As falling timbers free into
The wind their seeds again.
Within His lofty purposes
He calls us as His sons;
In ordained times and circumstance,
We live as treasured ones.
And when His angel lifts us home,
We know that it is right.
The passing of a righteous man
Is precious in His sight.
Yet grief retains its mournful grip
Where mortal hearts remain.
Bereft of immortality,
The wind of death wreaks pain.
Our eyes release in sorrow’s love
A loss, where hope is kept.
And this we do assuredly,
For even Jesus wept.
Written to the Murphy family and Sovereign Grace Church of Indiana, PA. Originally composed in October 2009 and revised slightly in August 2010.
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