
Thirteen years ago today our son
Jess Alexander Babcock
went home to be with our
Heavenly Father.
A good Friend sang these
songs at his funeral
I hope the words bless you
as they continue to do so for me.
Home Free
By
Wayne Watson
I'm trying hard not to think you unkind
But Heavenly Father If you know my heart
Surely you can read my mind
Good people underneath the sea of grief
Some get up and walk away
Some will find ultimate relief
Home Free, eventually
At the ultimate healing we will be
Home Free
Home Free, oh I've got a feeling
At the ultimate healing
We will be Home Free
Out in the corridors we pray for life
A mother for her baby,
A husband for his wife
Sometimes the good die young
It's sad but true
And while we pray for one more heartbeat
The real comfort is with you
Home Free, eventually
At the ultimate healing we will be
Home Free
Home Free, oh I've got a feeling
At the ultimate healing
We will be Home Free
You know pain has little mercy
And suffering's no respecter of age,
of race or position
I know every prayer gets answered
But the hardest one to pray is slow to come
Oh Lord, not mine, but Your will be done
Home Free, eventually
At the ultimate healing we will be
Home Free
Home Free, oh I've got a feeling
At the ultimate healing
We will be Home Free
In my Brokenness
By
David Meece
In my brokenness
In my hour of darkness
I will lift my hands
And worship You
In my brokenness
In my time of sadness
I will lift my voice
And praise to You
Time stands still
As I kneel down before You
Life draws near
Like waves upon the shore
You touch me
In my brokenness
In these whispering shadows
I will lift the pieces
Of my heart to You
Time stands still
As I kneel down before You
Life is here
Your waves of power
And glory touch me
In my brokenness
In my hour of darkness
I will lift my hands
And worship You
I will lift my hands
And worship You