He left her for a moment
And she was gone
His little sister stolen kidnapped gone
And ever since he’s lived his life
Looking for that girl
To find her or find out
Just what happened to her
He kind of blames himself
Though not to blame
Because he was there beside her
She was his sister
She belonged to him
And belonging leads to longing
When we’re gone
And she is gone these fifty years
Fifty years too long
To kill someone
To put someone to death
There is no greater sorrow
No not one
But killers often do not feel the pain
They cut off all connection
That’s the shame
And we who lose our loved ones
Suffer most
To lose a child
Sooner give up the ghost
Such suffering beyond all words to tell
Terrible but not the gates of hell
Over all this the cross of Christ stands bold
The greatest love and story ever told
The worst that we can do
The worst we suffer too
He suffered and endured
To set us free
Free from death
And from its cruel curse
The end of life is changed
The Christian verse
And Christ the morning star
Rising in the sky
Assures us of our rising
You and I
Brian Fahy
5 February 2022
+ Cheryl Grimmer, aged 3, was stolen from a beach in Australia in January 1970, never to be seen again. Her bother, Ricki, has spent his life looking for her.
St Paul writing to the Corinthians explains the essence of his teaching about Jesus. If Jesus is not risen from the dead, then death wins.
In an interview today Lauren Laverne, host of Desert Island Discs, is asked, ‘What happens when we die?’ She replies, ‘Life goes on.’
Life goes on. Yes indeed.
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