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Sunday, April 24, 2011

We Still Sing (Makiah's Song)

Today is Easter. The Lord's tomb is empty and so is our Makiah's room. While most people are watching their little ones hunt Easter eggs or having a Sunday afternoon snooze, I am frantically cleaning house- trying desperately to divert myself. I have taken a bazillion pictures of the twins. We went back to church today, and I poured my energy into holding back the flood of tears as I looked at her empty chair and watched her friends without her. I made my lips mouth the words of the songs when I could manage it.

A friend of ours wrote a song for us when Makiah died. It has been almost the only worship song I could stand to hear since the accident. I have wept and yelled and groaned and sobbed and screamed and finally sung this song during the last 6 months. I have treasured the images it evokes. I think today it is time to share it. We were and are devastated, but somehow, we must still sing... worship is the only thing we can still do together as a family.   Thank you, Jim and Shannon, for reminding us of that.

We Still Sing (Makiah’s Song)
By Jim Thomaston

Verse 1
I read, in heavens light
All pain is gone
And all those who’ve gone before
Are gathered round the throne

Verse 2
And with one voice they sing
Worthy is the Lamb
Well I can almost hear you shout it
As you bow down

Pre Chorus 1
But hear I am with empty arms
A broken soul and shattered heart
But even here within the dark
I can hear you sing

Chorus
He is Worthy, of all the glory
Clothed in splendor, King of Kings
Lift your hearts up, though they be undone
He can heal each one, just like He healed me

Verse 3
How I wish to just wake up
And see you nose to nose with me
To hear you laugh and make you smile
Death has stolen that from me

Pre Chorus 2
But its now I finally see
Death cant steal everything
Though parted we may be
Together we still sing


Sung over Chorus (next to last time)
I will bow down, broken I may be
I will lift my voice, for God is healing me
I will worship, with you and heaven sing
I lift this life to Him, creator of all things

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