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		<title>For My Bride (Deb, Temporal Echoes of the Eternal)</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[All truth ultimately comes from God; it just comes through some odd routes. I turned on the radio a few minutes ago, and listened to this song. The poignancy and timing struck me, and I couldn&#8217;t resist the impulse to blog about it. This Sunday marks the first of many firsts through the course of [...]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>All truth ultimately comes from God; it just comes <span style="font-style: italic;">through</span> some odd routes.  I turned on the radio a few minutes ago, and listened to this song.  The poignancy and timing struck me, and I couldn&#8217;t resist the impulse to blog about it.</p>
<p>This Sunday marks the first of many firsts through the course of the next 10 months: it&#8217;s the first Mother&#8217;s Day without Ian.  There&#8217;s nothing I can do to make it better; it, like all the other firsts, will have to be endured.   Yet, listening to this song, it felt like God was saying: <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">Yes, I know that you miss your son.  I know it hurts; I felt the same hurt while My Son was on the cross, and I turned my back to him.  I feel </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">your</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"> pain as well.  But, in truth, it won&#8217;t be long until you get to see and hold Ian again.  Please remember that, in light of eternity, this suffering is lasting but a moment.  I made it possible for you to see your son again, and you <span style="font-weight: bold;">will </span>hold him once more.</span></p>
<p>Deb, I love you.  Before we know it, we will hear Ian&#8217;s laugh again.</p>
<p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mother and Child Reunion</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">by Paul Simon</span></p>
<p><span style="font-style: italic;">No I would not give you false hope</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">On this strange and mournful day</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But the mother and child reunion</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Is only a motion away</p>
<p></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh, little darling of mine</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I can&#8217;t for the life of me</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Remember a sadder day</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I know they say let it be</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But it just don&#8217;t work out that way</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And the course of a lifetime runs</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Over and over again</span></p>
<p><span style="font-style: italic;">No I would not give you false hope</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">On this strange and mournful day</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But the mother and child reunion</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Is only a motion away</span></p>
<p><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh, little darling of mine</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I just can&#8217;t believe its so,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And though it seems strange to say</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I never been laid so low</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">In such a mysterious way</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And the course of a lifetime runs</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Over and over again</span></p>
<p><span style="font-style: italic;">But I would not give you false hope</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">On this strange and mournful day</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">When the mother and child reunion</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Is only a moment away</span></p>
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