Thursday, December 11, 2008

"Grant them peace, most precious gift of all...

...Keep the worried world far away and small." Prayer for Home, Fernando Ortega

Here's the whole song:

Prayer for Home

Grant them peace, most precious gift of all;
Keep the worried world far away and small;

When they return may quiet fill their souls

Dearest Lord, keep them safe within it's walls.

May the stone be cool beneath their feet;
The canyon breezes circle soft and sweet;
The darkness falls, the stars and opal moon;

Find them wrapped in each other evermore.

May it be a refuge for their love;

A harbor for their deepest prayers.
May they come to flourish in the grove;
Grow ever nearer to you there.

Many a burdened friend in their company rises;
A heavy heart is soon released to fly.
May their table be blessed with laughter and with grace;
And by the comfort of kinship be surprised.

May it be a refuge for their love;

A harbor for their deepest prayers.

May they come to flourish in the grove;
Grow ever nearer to you there.

May the cold winds blow far from their front door;

May the winter rains never bring them harm;
May their hearth-fires burn throughout the night.
Grant them sleep until mornings perfect light.

May it be a refuge for their love;
A harbor for their deepest prayers.
May they come to flourish in the grove;
Grow ever nearer to you there.



I guess it's just getting to that point in the semester. Finals are upon me and I should be studying, but instead I listen to Fernando Ortega and nurture the homesick feeling in my self so that by the time I get home (A week and two days from now) I will be a mess of gratefulness for getting there.

No irony today. :) I just can't wait to be home for Christmas!!!!

1 comment:

Jessielynn said...

You and me both, sister! I remember listening to Fernando a lot at the end of the semester in college, too. I'll see you (and NM) so soon...