So far, by God's grace

Monday, April 21, 2014

O Love That Will NOT Let Me Go

At the end of a tiring, emotionally draining day, the words of this old hymn came back to give me calm assurance. I quickly turned on my computer and surfed youtube for my favorite tenor's version of this classic hymn - O Love That Will Not Let Me Go.

If this hymn is new to you, please read the lyrics carefully. The sheer poetry in these words cannot hold a candle to the profound meaning within these lines. 

Here is David Phelps rendering of the famous hymn by George Matheson

O love that will not let me go
I rest my weary soul in thee
I give thee back the life I owe
That in thine ocean depths its flow
My richer, fuller be

O light that followest all my way
I yield my flickering torch to thee
My heart restores its borrowed ray
That in thy sunshines glow its day
May brighter, fairer be

O joy you seek me through the pain
I cannot close my heart to thee
I trace the rainbow through the rain
And feel the promise is not vain
Then morn shall tearless be


Thursday, March 27, 2014

Throwback Thursday

Thursday is almost over for those of us who live east of the prime meridian. And yet, here goes-

As I waited for the signal to change on my way back home from work, I couldn't help notice the freshly painted zebra crossing. My mind took me back to my childhood.

Growing up in a village in India in the 80s our roads were single lane, tar roads. We had no traffic lights, no pavement (sidewalk), and no zebra crossing. I knew of traffic rules from the colourful storybooks I had. I knew exactly what red, amber and green meant, but only saw traffic lights when we visited cities. Zebra crossings held a special fascination for me.I always wanted to cross the road on one. I would try to imagine what it would feel like to have all vehicles stop just for me to cross the road on a specially designed strip of road. Whenever we visited Trivandrum, I would excitedly point at the beautifully symmetrical black and white stripes from my uncle's rickety jeep.
I was fascinated by them!

Now, they're a thing I hardly ever notice. I do know that my little village is now officially a little town and that we do have zebra crossings on our roads back home too.

But every once in a while, our city decides to repaint the faded crossing lines and I'm transported back to my childhood !