Forgiveness; When All Around Has Fallen

Last night was WILD THING. It was most excellent.

Granted, I spent the first music set and the beginning of the talk making sure all the overheads were in the binder in the right order and culling the duplicate transparencies (gave those to Laurel).

But during the set after the break I wrote a poem...

Friendship Overwhelming Relief Grace Intimacy Valuable Exciting New-making Enticing Solace Salvation -JH, Oct. 23/04

And Ekklesia played this song that I needed. I needed it last week, when I was in crisis, but I need it now, too - to remind me...

When All Around Has Fallen Written by Martin Smith ©1995 Curious? Music UK When all around has fallen your castle has been burned You used to be a king here now no one knows your name You live your life for honour, defender of the faith But you've been crushed to pieces and no knows your pain Come, come lay your weary head be still my friend Come, rise I'll place my sword upon your shoulder Come, rise with me When tomorrow has been stolen and you can't lift your head And summer feels like winter your heart is full of stone Though all your hopes have fallen your skin is now your only armour Wear your scars like medals defender of the faith Come, come lay your weary head be still my friend Come, rise I'll place my sword upon your shoulder Come, come lay your faithful head, be still my friend Come rise with me