Grave Robber by Petra


Lots of people I love are going though hard, hard times right now. This song helped me through the death of a dear friend many years ago.

You can listen to the song here:

http://youtu.be/9i8rXXupc88

Here are the lyrics:

There’s a step that we all take alone
An appointment we have with the great unknown
Like a vapor this life is just waiting to pass
Like the flowers that fade, like the withering grass

But life seems so long and death so complete
And the grave an impossible potion to cheat
But there’s One who has been there and still lives to tell
There is One who has been through both heaven and hell

And the grave will come up empty-handed that day
Jesus will come and steal us away

Where is the sting, tell me where is the bite?
When the grave robber comes like a thief in the night
Where is the victory, where is the prize?
When the grave robber comes and death finally dies

Many still mourn, many still weep
For those that they love who have fallen asleep
But we have this hope though our hearts may still ache
Just one shout from above and they all will awake

And in the reunion of joy we will see
Death will be swallowed in sweet victory

Where is the sting, tell me where is the bite?
When the grave robber comes like a thief in the night
Where is the victory, where is the prize?
When the grave robber comes and death finally dies

When the last enemy is done, from the dust will come a song
Those asleep will be awakened, not a one will be forsakened
He shall wipe away our tears, He will steal away our fears
There will be no sad tomorrow, there will be no pain and sorrow

Where is the sting, tell me where is the bite?
When the grave robber comes like a thief in the night
Where is the victory, where is the prize?
When the grave robber comes and death finally

Where is the sting, tell me where is the bite?
When the grave robber comes like a thief in the night
Where is the victory, where is the prize?
When the grave robber comes and death finally dies
Finally dies

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Hope


This week’s photo challenge has given me fits. I guess it’s not concrete enough for me. Here are my entries:

The story of my life–hoping for a better number on one or both scales.

Yes, I hope everyone considers every farm sacred.

I’m glad I had this concrete example of Hope.

Recycled Teenagers


We were driving up a mountain road one day when we encountered a bus coming down the mountain our way. Nothing out of the ordinary about that. What was unusual was the sign on the top front of the bus.

Recycled Teenagers.

Hahahahahahaha. I laughed out loud when I saw it. Normally those signs say things like “Baltimore,” “Birmingham,” “Tampa,” or some other such destination, but “Recycled Teenagers?”

What could it mean?

I asked DH, and his response was that the bus was carrying delinquent teenagers headedfor rehabilitation. That made me laugh even more because as usual, our interpretations were exactly opposite.

I think the bus was filled with a bunch of old people pretending that they were teenagers again. To me, that’s a much more enjoyable thought that the bus was carrying seniors reclaiming their youth rather than delinquents trying to make a turnaround.

However, after thinking about it, I guess both evoke smiles and the promise of hope.