The sunlight dipped its fingers through the window pane,
pointing to the jewels
basking in the morning glow.
Silver strands, some broken,
others holding fast,
stretched across open space.
I saw no silk-spinners,
only silky strands of silver
on potted plants of jade.
A sad little story... I found the spider webs, though undesired, somewhat beautiful. I thought the "silver strand" spoke of life and death but couldn't find that definition in my search... maybe it was the silver cord... Ah, yes! That was it!
Some Day the Silver Cord Will Break
by Fannie Crosby
Some day the silver cord will break,
And I no more as now shall sing,
But, O, the joy when I awake
Within the palace of the King.
And I shall see Him face to face,
And tell the story saved by grace.
Some day my earthly house will fall,
I cannot tell how soon 'twill be,
But this I know, my All in All
Has now a place in heaven for me.
And I shall see Him face to face,
And tell the story saved by grace.
Some day, when fades the golden sun
Beneath the rosy-tinted West,
My blessed Lord will say, "Well done!"
And I shall enter into rest.
And I shall see Him face to face,
And tell the story saved by grace.
Some day— till then I'll watch and wait,
My lamp all trimmed and burning bright,
That when my Saviour opes the gate,
My soul to Him may take its flight.
And I shall see Him face to face,
And tell the story saved by grace.
"Remember your Creator before the silver cord is loosed..."
Ecclesiastes 12:6
by Fannie Crosby
Some day the silver cord will break,
And I no more as now shall sing,
But, O, the joy when I awake
Within the palace of the King.
And I shall see Him face to face,
And tell the story saved by grace.
Some day my earthly house will fall,
I cannot tell how soon 'twill be,
But this I know, my All in All
Has now a place in heaven for me.
And I shall see Him face to face,
And tell the story saved by grace.
Some day, when fades the golden sun
Beneath the rosy-tinted West,
My blessed Lord will say, "Well done!"
And I shall enter into rest.
And I shall see Him face to face,
And tell the story saved by grace.
Some day— till then I'll watch and wait,
My lamp all trimmed and burning bright,
That when my Saviour opes the gate,
My soul to Him may take its flight.
And I shall see Him face to face,
And tell the story saved by grace.
"Remember your Creator before the silver cord is loosed..."
Ecclesiastes 12:6
Number 8- I am thankful for old hymns full of faith and hope.
kewl!
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful but I add, " silver wings on golden eagles fly into the night, seeking only the purist light."
ReplyDeleteNice indeed.
ReplyDeleteThank you for posting Fanny Crosby's beautiful testimony song, "Saved by Grace." To see the story behind the writing of it, you can check out my daily hymn blog, Wordwise Hymns, for today.
ReplyDeleteAnd if you’ll excuse a brief “commercial:” With the arrival of fall, we begin to think of the Christmas season up ahead. If you do not have a good book on the subject of our Christmas carols, I encourage you to take a look at mine, Discovering the Songs of Christmas. In it, I discuss the history and meaning of 63 carols and Christmas hymns. The book is available through Amazon, or directly from Jebaire Publishing. (Might make a great gift too!)
Thanks for stopping by, Robert. I'll have to take a look at your blog and the book too.
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