My favorite musical by far is Les Miserables. And one of the most moving songs in that musical is a song I can't get out of my head today, Bring Him Home.
God on high
Hear my prayer
In my need
You have always been there
He is young
He's afraid
Let him rest
Heaven blessed.
Bring him home
Bring him home
Bring him home.
He's like the son I might have known
If God had granted me a son.
The summers die
One by one
How soon they fly
On and on
And I am old
And will be gone.
Bring him peace
Bring him joy
He is young
He is only a boy.
You can take
You can give
Let him be
Let him live.
If I die, let me die
Let him live, bring him home
Bring him home
Bring him home.
God on high
Hear my prayer
In my need
You have always been there
He is young
He's afraid
Let him rest
Heaven blessed.
Bring him home
Bring him home
Bring him home.
He's like the son I might have known
If God had granted me a son.
The summers die
One by one
How soon they fly
On and on
And I am old
And will be gone.
Bring him peace
Bring him joy
He is young
He is only a boy.
You can take
You can give
Let him be
Let him live.
If I die, let me die
Let him live, bring him home
Bring him home
Bring him home.
posted by jch at
1:04 PM
3 Comments:
"Bring Him Home" has so much meaning today and in the coming days. Maria and I are praying for all of you--Lord Jesus, guide the hands of the doctors, nurses, and everyone else who is a part of Ira's surgery. Bring complete healing and restoration to his body and to the mind, body, and soul in his family. When praying for you all I often think of the Mark Schultz song "He's My Son"...the Lord is listening so say what you need to say to Him.
HE'S MY SON
I'm down on my knees again tonight,
I'm hoppin' this prayer will turn out right.
See, there is a boy that needs Your help.
I've done all that I can do myself
His mother is tired,
I'm sure You can understand.
Each night as he sleeps
She goes in to hold his hand,
And she tries
Not to cry
As the tears fill her eyes.
Can You hear me?
Am I getting through tonight?
Can You see him?
Can You make him feel all right?
If You can hear me
Let me take his place some how.
See, he's not just anyone, he's my son.
Sometimes late at night I watch him sleep,
I dream of the boy he'd like to be.
I try to be strong and see him through,
But God, who he needs right now is You.
Let him grow old,
Live life without this fear.
What would I be
Living without him here?
He's so tired,
And he's scared
Let him know that You're there.
Can You hear me?
Am I getting through tonight?
Can You see him?
Can You make him feel all right?
If You can hear me
Let me take his place some how.
See, he's not just anyone, he's my son.
Can You hear me?
Am I getting through tonight?
Can You see him?
Can You make him feel all right?
If You can hear me
Let me take his place somehow.
See, he's not just anyone.
Please don't leave him,
He's my son.
When I was at M.I.T. I went to church with a boy my age who was going to Harvard. He was from Texas and his mom was a Lambert family friend. The boy was killed one summer while we were all home from school. His mom moved to Boston shortly thereafter and she and I became friends of sorts.
I first heard "Bring Him Home" in her kitchen, where she played it for me on a cd. I had not seen the musical yet but she wanted to share this song that, for her, had become a song of resurrection hope for her sweet boy. "Let him live... bring him home" was her plea to God on his behalf. Different from yours, but the same aching love of a parent for their child.
Joe and Laura, you live so close every day to the reality that our lives and deaths are in God's hands. This is a reality that our whole world is constructed to deny. You have helped so many of us open our eyes and hearts to what we know to be true: that God holds Ira, and all of you, and all of us, very tightly in those divine hands.
We love you so much, and miss you deeply. peace -- Katie
I'll be praying for Ira and for all of you these next few hours. I know your heart has to be just in your throat. I pray for healing and for great things that God can do through the docs and nurses that take care of this sweet little fellow. ann
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