Old Willie sang it and the tears came to my eyes. The lyrics left me haunted by the thoughts of what could have been. Tragically, once loved ones are gone, it’s too late to show our appreciation.
The children of Israel were marching to Babylon with musical instruments that they could not play because of the thick fog of absolute depression. The only things that kept them going were the promises of God, promises that said there would be a day of return during which healing would occur.
Hang on to the promises of God.
Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful.
Since we have these promises, beloved, let us cleanse ourselves from every defilement of body and spirit, bringing holiness to completion in the fear of God.
Give it some consideration and quit listening to Willie.
Gary