A Hymn for Sunday Morning

For Tony

Where are you, Lord? Where is home?
Do I have to walk this narrow road alone?

Where is peace, then? Where is rest?
I hope you know I’ve done my very best.

There’s a pasture far away.
It’s the place I long to stay.

It’s as green there as sky is blue.
It’s where all my sorrows will be swallowed up in You,

Where my dad and my son will
Shine as bright as the setting of the sun.

Here I am, Lord. Here I be,
Until you’ve wrenched every broke prayer from me.

And when I’m with you in the sky, there
I’ll know all the reasons why.

—Michael Fitzgerald
Sunday, February 21, 2010

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