I was all ready to write my 7 Quick Takes post and link up with Jen at Conversion Diary as I did two weeks ago. After driving 14 hours with my little buddy cross-country, there are many silly stories and anecdotes to share. But then, I heard the news about the many innocent lives lost in Connecticut, and all I could do was walk upstairs, open the door to the bedroom as quietly as possible, and stare at my sweet son as he slept. His thick eyelashes rested on his soft face, and his breathing was quiet and steady. He was safe and sound, and for that, I breathed a sigh of relief.
But how many mothers weep today at the loss of their baby? How many siblings cry out at the loss of their brother or sister? How many spouses will lie sleepless tonight mourning the loss of their husband or wife?
How many, Lord?
How long, Lord?
Oh, come quickly, Lord.
How dearly we need You.
Deliver Us–Andrew Peterson
Our enemy, our captor is no pharaoh on the Nile
Our toil is neither mud nor brick nor sand
Our ankles bear no calluses from chains, yet Lord, we’re bound
Imprisoned here, we dwell in our own land
Deliver us, deliver us
Oh Yahweh, hear our cry
And gather us beneath your wings tonight
Our sins they are more numerous than all the lambs we slay
These shackles they were made with our own hands
Our toil is our atonement and our freedom yours to give
So Yahweh, break your silence if you can
How often I have longed
To gather you beneath my gentle wings’