Friday, July 30, 2010

Common, Yet Profound

I have mentioned before that I don't remember much about Meredith's funeral. I wish I did, but I just don't. It isn't because of the passing years, as I never have remembered. I don't know what the pastors said. I don't know who was there without looking in her little book that the funeral home gave us to see who signed the "Guest" pages. Because of this book, I do know the 23rd Psalm was read. My husband's brother wrote it down for us. I do know that "In the Garden" was played by the organist. Someone asked me about songs and I requested that one because it was one of my favorites.
Now, this Psalm is one of the most commonly known. I learned it at a very young age. No one dug deep into the Bible to find scripture for Meredith's funeral. The scripture came from the very center of the Bible, the very heart of God's Word. The same with the song I chose - an easy to perform old-fashioned piece that I still love. But they were enough, as simple as they were. I can remember the Psalm of the Shepherd at any time and be comforted. I can remember Him being in the garden while the dew was still on the roses, and know He still walks with me.


Psalm 23
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake.
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil:
For Thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life:
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.



In the Garden

I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses,
And the voice I hear falling on my ear, the Son of God discloses.
And He walks with me and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

He speaks, and the sound of His voice is so sweet the birds hush their singing,
And the melody that He gave to me, within my heart is ringing.
And He walks with me and He talks with me,
And he tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

I'd stay in the garden with Him though the night around me be falling,
But He bids me go; thro' the voice of woe His voice to me is calling.
And He walks with me and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
- C. Austin Miles
Copyright 1912, by Hall- Mack Company

3 comments:

croleyc69 said...

I love both of those. I love the 23rd Psalm. My Dad's favorite song was In the Garden. I sang it at his funeral. Everytime I need to remember how much God cares I think of that song.

I'm sorry you don't remember more but I bet the service was wonderful.

{{HUGS}}
Caroline

elena said...

Beautiful verses!

Jill said...

Such beautiful verses! I think it is only normal not to remember more. It was a time of sorrow and heartache. xx

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