The Long Night

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“It is finished,” the day was done,
The Mourning Light had gone away.

The dew sat down for a long cry,
An evening song of woe arrived,
The sounds of His death were replayed.

Evil whispers deceived the wind,
The darkness howled, “This is the end,”
The long night had covered the Day.

That evening with tears in the dark,
They prepared Him with broken hearts,
The horrors of the cross still weighed.

They laid Him on the stony ground,
Tears and spices and linen bound,
They said, “Good-bye” and walked away.

The dew sat down for a long cry,
An evening song of woe arrived,
The sounds of His death were replayed.

Evil whispers deceived the wind,
The darkness howled, “This is the end,”
The long night had covered the Day.

A new sky would arise,
The dew’s tears soon would dry,
A new sky would arise…
Rise like the Son,
Rise like the Son.

Behind the lines

When it was evening, there came a rich man from Arimathea, named Joseph, who also was a disciple of Jesus. He went to Pilate and asked for the body of Jesus. Then Pilate ordered it to be given to him (Matthew 27:57-58 ESV).

Nicodemus also, who earlier had come to Jesus by night, came bringing a mixture of myrrh and aloes, about seventy-five pounds in weight. So they took the body of Jesus and bound it in linen cloths with the spices, as is the burial custom of the Jews. Now in the place where he was crucified there was a garden, and in the garden a new tomb in which no one had yet been laid. So because of the Jewish day of Preparation, since the tomb was close at hand, they laid Jesus there (John 19:39-42 ESV).

Final Plea

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Holy, Everlasting Father,
Please hear this final plea,
Through the Living Mediator,
Broken I come to Thee.

Precious Savior, You know my heart,
You know about this pain,
You planned this from eternity,
Long before You were slain.

I may not see the next hour,
For You give ev’ry breath,
I do not know how much longer,
But there is certain death.

So take away this sickness, Lord,
Take away sin’s disease,
And may Your will be done once more,
This is my final plea.

Thank you for giving life to me,
Thank you for daily bread,
But most of all thank you for grace,
And the blood that You shed.

Lord, lay me down in green pastures,
Raise me up on that day,
For I will be healed forever,
Because You once were slain.

Behind the lines

We all face death unless the Lord returns, but we don’t know when either will take place. This hymn is a final plea for a broken and worn out body.  We will succumb to the disease of the fall of man. Suffering and a final breath will come to us, yet there is hope in Christ (the second Adam). Those in Christ will experience a future state of healing, restoration, and joy because of what He has done.

Until that final day and future state of complete healing may we  serve Him faithfully and cling to the promises we have in God’s Word. May we say with the Psalmist:

Let my cry come before you, O LORD;
give me understanding according to your word!

Let my plea come before you;
deliver me according to your word.
(Psalm 119:169-170 ESV)

If you have an opportunity for a final plea what will you pray?

Sad Song of Lament

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Tears have been my portion,
Feeding me night and day,
They keep saying, “Where is your God?”
Then their words melt away.

Sighs have kept me breathing,
Filling my lungs with fear,
As they whisper, “Where is your God?”
Yes, why is He not here?

Soul, where is your Hope found?
Oh, why are you cast down?
Why do you wrestle with worry?
Soul, is He not worthy?

Tears taunt me, “Hope is drowned”,
Crushed under their great waves,
God, why have you forgotten me?
Will You not come to save?

Sighs tell me, “keep mourning,”
As I struggle to breathe,
God, why have you forgotten me?
When will all my fears leave?

Soul, where is your Hope found?
Oh, why are you cast down?
Why do you wrestle with worry?
Soul, is He not worthy?

Lord, send Your light of truth,
Lift praises up from me,
Come shout news of exceeding joy,
My only Hope is Thee.

Behind the lines

Based on Psalms 42 & 43, this song reminds us the Christian life is not always happy and joyful with a Sunday best smile. We will have times where we feel distant from God. There will be days of tears, sadness, depression, and grief.

Even when overwhelmed by our circumstances, even when we feel a great distance from God, He is still there. Remember what Christ has done, remember the gospel. Remember Romans 8:28. Remember these Psalms for He is our only Hope. He is our Salvation!

An interesting note:  These two Psalms are actually two halves of a single Psalm and many early manuscripts put them together.  This is evident in the common refrain that unites them (42:5, 11, & 43:5):

Why are you cast down, O my soul,
and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
my salvation and my God. (ESV)

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