My Song is Love Unknown

I've had music by Fernando Ortega going in the kitchen area all day today . . .

I liked the melody of this piece and was picking up bits of the words here and there but I didn't stop to listen real close until Zeke started singing the words to me. He sang a line or two and then said, "Mommy, this song like 'This is my Father's World.' It is. Somehow it's in that select few that really make you ponder the "old" truths in a new way.

Gratefulness results.

I stood in the rare quiet of the kitchen after everyone was down for rest time.

I listened.

I felt ashamed.

Ashamed that I went through the whole morning just "surviving."

Never once thanking Him that for my sake, He took frail flesh and died.

Oh, who am I that for my sake,  My Lord should take frail flesh and die? 

This is my friend, my friend indeed, This is my friend, my friend indeed, Who at my need, His life did spend. 

Sometimes they crowd His way and His sweet praises sing Resounding all the day, hosannas to their King Then, "Crucify!" is all their breath, Then, "Crucify!" is all their breath, And for His death they thirst and cry. 

Why, what has my Lord done to cause this rage and spite He made the lame to run, and gave the blind their sight What injuries, yet these are why, What injuries, yet these are why, The Lord Most High so cruelly dies. 

With angry shouts they have my dear Lord done away A murderer they save, the Prince of Life they slay Yet willingly, He bears the shame, Yet willingly, He bears the shame, That through His name all might be free.  

Here might I stay and sing of Him my soul adores Never was love, dear King, never was grief like Yours This is my friend in whose sweet praise, This is my friend in whose sweet praise, I, all my days would gladly spend.

~My Song is Love Unknown