Fairest
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It was a long and boring drive
That Easter Sunday
Shamefully, I did not attend the service that morning. I only wanted to be home! I went to the patio and drank in the new day. What a beautiful piece of heaven they had created within that little stockade. I drank in the newborn day as sweetly as the roses drank the dew and I began to sing... Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of all Nature, Oh, thou of God and Man the Son thee will I honor, thee will I cherish, thou my souls glory, joy and crown.
My soul was free. 500 miles away from all of my troubles and safe in the arms of loved ones. Later, after my brother came home, we gathered around the piano. He asked me if I would like to hear a song? Of course! He said that it was an original arrangement of his, so I knew it would be good. I took my place several steps behind him and he began to play as only Thad can, commanding the most stirring emotions from what is simply known as a piano. My eyes misted over, a lump in my throat, yet still I burst once again into song, with him this time. Fairest Lord Jesus, Ruler of All Nature, Oh, thou of God and Man the Son
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TO THE FAIREST OF ALL 
Dear love, that follows me where I go like a rainbow, sometimes seen as this day and sometimes unseen, either by this world's dark night or under the cloud of my foolish heart break forth now in all your beauty break forth now in all your joy thou my soul's glory, joy and crown. Thad and I have been down many roads together, and many apart. The miles always disappear when we reunite. Whatever God gave us has survived all of the changes, even of mid-life crises. Before I left, Thad put in my hands a little book. I browsed it's pages and knew it was special. Upon arriving home, I bought a copy for myself. It has shown me much. Our spiritual paths have been so divergent, yet always upward. Today is one of those major strides and I am so glad for it. And for everyone who has helped me on my journey. All roads lead to home, the very core of love. For it was from love that we came. Every soul is a virgin birth. Every soul seeking light is the son of the living God. Thanks Mom! for giving me three brothers and three sisters to love. Thanks Thad! for being like me, only more talented!
Your sister, your friend,
p.s. I wish I could put your wonderful arrangement here for all the world to hear. But it is in my heart, it is the music of my heart. I cannot put my heart here, either. So this midi and these words will just have to do. My little reminder. Til we meet again. |
The Trip
