the day mum died
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On the day mum died , my Father God met with me in a most beautiful way
Away north of the border
Stirling stuff
Feels good to get away
So next day
Up at six
Setting off
Up the mountain
Follow the stream
Stop at the bridge
Welcome rest
Got my bible
Read me a psalm
Open at number 91
Speak it out then
Those who dwell in the shelter of the Most High
They will rest in the shadow of your wings
I will say of my God
You are my rock
You are my strength
You are my refuge
You are my fortress
In You I trust
Good stuff
Close book
Set off again
Up the hill
Follow the brook
Wind gets up
Near the top
Guess what ?
Over the brow
A fortress
Hidden from view
Well now!
Wind gets stronger
Lean against the castle walls
Start thinking
My mind starts to wonder
You come in here from the storm
Sheltered now from harm
Protected all around
You stand on solid ground
Rest for body, spirit, mind and soul
Comforted
Made whole
Finding strength in family
Beautiful welcoming community
Food, warmth, healing
Friendship
Kinship
Grace love and fellowship
Shielding
Restoring
Recreating you
And a whole lot more
Worth The journey
Thank you Lord
Anyhow it’s 7am now
Good use of the hour
Breakfast beckons
Spring in my step
Down the hill
Follow the brook
Past the bridge
Into the village
Knock on the door
Oh …….. hi …….. John
Just …….. had a call
So … sorry
It’s your mum...
I stand there stunned
So glad
That in the days and hours to come
God is my
f o r t r e s s
john nuttall May 2018