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O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go

O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in Thee;
I give Thee back the life I owe,
That in Thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be,
May richer, fuller be.

O Light that follow'st all my way,
I yield my flick'ring torch to Thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in Thy sun shine's blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be,
May brighter, fairer be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to Thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain
That morn shall tearless be,
That morn shall tearless be.

O Cross, that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life's glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be,
Life that shall endless be.



Text: George Matheson
Music: J.B. Herbert







Oh, Robbie, as I approach your 5th anniversary in heaven, I truly thought I would be thinking a little less often of you by now, but I find that I am still thinking of you every day and night---not every minute, as I used to do, but still every day. The ironic part is that if you were still alive, I wouldn't see you every day, because you would be far away somewhere at college, and I'd probably see you only for major holidays and summer vacation. But I would have been happy, knowing that you were preparing for your future career. Maybe you would have been engaged by now to some lovely girl! And then we would be looking happily forward to a wedding----and to future grandchildren.

But, of course, all those dreams will never be. And I am wondering why I am still having problems accepting that. Oh, I accept it with my head---I KNOW you are gone to heaven and won't come back---but it's so hard to get my heart to go along with what I know to be true. My heart keeps expecting you to come rushing through the front door at almost any minute.

I miss you so much, Robbie! I miss seeing you, and hearing you, and hugging you. I miss playing hearts and Monopoly with you. I miss those daily 20-minute drives to take you from school to your after-school job and the talks we'd have along the way. I miss having you along for shopping trips. I miss being able to look out the window and watch you busy at play or some task, always with that wonderful smile on your face. I miss watching you when you were so engrossed in one of your hobbies. I miss watching you sleep, and having to come and gently wake you up. I miss those wonderful back rubs you used to give me. I miss the times you would come into a room just to give me a big hug and say, "I love you, Mom." I just plain miss you.

But I am also learning how to "trace the rainbow through the rain," as I can think gratefully of all the wonderful things you brought into our lives for those 16 years. I am so glad you were a part of our lives, even for so short a time! I understand truly now the poet who wrote "Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all." I wouldn't give up those wonderful 16 years with you for anything! And another great rainbow, Robbie, is knowing that you are well and whole and happy in God's perfect heaven. I know you are happier than you've ever been before, and that makes me happy. But the best and brightest rainbow of all is knowing that because of Jesus' loving grace I will some day join you in that perfect heaven!

Those are the rainbows I must concentrate on when the raindrops begin to fall.





As another writer put it, "The soul would have no rainbow, had the eye no tear."







"My heart leaps up when I behold a rainbow in the sky..." (William Wordsworth)






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Rainbow photo courtesy of Paul Bausch