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-	{{info}}~~Jesus~~	+	{{info}}<br>"Maria?" "Yes, my love, I'm here."<br>"It hurts, O God, it hurts! I fear<br>The worst for me tonight." "Rest now<br>Dear Joseph, God will not allow<br>Your faith more pain than it can bear."<br>"Maria, are the children there?"<br>"The little ones have gone to stay<br>With Zechariah for the day.<br>The eldest keeps his vigil still,<br>And prays for hours on the hill<br>Behind the house. He's fasted for<br>A week now, Joseph, since before<br>The priest imposed the quarantine.<br>He loves you very much." "I've seen<br>His love. I thought two years ago<br>When we missed him in Jericho<br>And had to search Jerusalem<br>In anger, ready to condemn,<br>That he would be a callous lad,<br>But now at fourteen years the glad<br>And unassuming boy, who reads<br>The Torah late at night and pleads<br>For me in prayer, has run the shop<br>For these two years without a stop,<br>While I lie here and rot with some<br>Unknown disease. I've heard him hum<br>A Psalm of David as he changed<br>My stinking clothes and then arranged<br>My mat and sat me up to drink<br>Some broth that he had made. I think<br>That he's the greatest joy I've had,<br>Maria, though I'm not his dad."<br>"Mine, too, dear Joseph. It's as though<br>He bears it all. The children go<br>To him and cry when I am weak.<br>He sits them down and helps them seek<br>Their comfort in the covenants.<br>He wins complete obedience<br>For me, and brightens every hour.<br>He has a strange and winsome power."<br>"Maria, do you think that he<br>Could come and lay his hand on me<br>And use the power to make me well?<br>Sometimes I feel like I'm in hell<br>With these blind eyes and fiery pain.<br>And worst for me is all the strain<br>Of seven children you must bear.<br>Could he not heal me with his prayer?"<br>"He's praying now up on the hill."<br>"What does he pray? What is his will<br>For me?" "Pure love, my husband, love."<br>"And what is this pure thing made of<br>If not a father's health?... Forgive<br>Me, my Maria, as I live<br>I love the boy. But if the word<br>The angel spoke is true, we've heard<br>Messiah in our home for years.<br>And don't the prophets say that tears<br>Will all be wiped away when he<br>Appears: the blinded eyes shall see,<br>The deaf shall hear, the lame shall leap<br>The dumb shall sing and all who weep<br>Will shout for joy? And should I quell<br>The hope that he could make me well?"<br>"I asked him last week, when the priest<br>Had left, if he could not at least<br>Relieve your pain, or give you sight,<br>Or help you sleep well through the night."<br>"What did he say?" "He said in sum,<br>‘Tell Dad, my hour's not yet come.<br>The timing of the Lord of Host<br>Will make a widow and a ghost.'"<br>"Strange recompense for nurturing<br>The Son of God, the mighty King!"<br>"O Joseph, we have seen too much<br>Of God and grace to doubt that such<br>A Sovereign plans but for our good,<br>For he can heal and heal he would<br>If it were best." "What does he pray<br>Up there, Maria? Did he say?"<br>"He didn't mention much detail,<br>But only that your faith not fail.<br>He says there's something worse than death,<br>And loss of faith, not loss of breath,<br>Is what he fights. He's gotten slim<br>From fasting." "Would you please fetch him?<br>I want to say goodbye." "I know<br>The place; I'll hurry now and go."
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-	"Maria?" "Yes, my love, I'm here."<br>"It hurts, O God, it hurts! I fear<br>The worst for me tonight." "Rest now<br>Dear Joseph, God will not allow<br>Your faith more pain than it can bear."<br>"Maria, are the children there?"<br>"The little ones have gone to stay<br>With Zechariah for the day.<br>The eldest keeps his vigil still,<br>And prays for hours on the hill<br>Behind the house. He's fasted for<br>A week now, Joseph, since before<br>The priest imposed the quarantine.<br>He loves you very much." "I've seen<br>His love. I thought two years ago<br>When we missed him in Jericho<br>And had to search Jerusalem<br>In anger, ready to condemn,<br>That he would be a callous lad,<br>But now at fourteen years the glad<br>And unassuming boy, who reads<br>The Torah late at night and pleads<br>For me in prayer, has run the shop<br>For these two years without a stop,<br>While I lie here and rot with some<br>Unknown disease. I've heard him hum<br>A Psalm of David as he changed<br>My stinking clothes and then arranged<br>My mat and sat me up to drink<br>Some broth that he had made. I think<br>That he's the greatest joy I've had,<br>Maria, though I'm not his dad."<br>"Mine, too, dear Joseph. It's as though<br>He bears it all. The children go<br>To him and cry when I am weak.<br>He sits them down and helps them seek<br>Their comfort in the covenants.<br>He wins complete obedience<br>For me, and brightens every hour.<br>He has a strange and winsome power."<br>"Maria, do you think that he<br>Could come and lay his hand on me<br>And use the power to make me well?<br>Sometimes I feel like I'm in hell<br>With these blind eyes and fiery pain.<br>And worst for me is all the strain<br>Of seven children you must bear.<br>Could he not heal me with his prayer?"<br>"He's praying now up on the hill."<br>"What does he pray? What is his will<br>For me?" "Pure love, my husband, love."<br>"And what is this pure thing made of<br>If not a father's health?... Forgive<br>Me, my Maria, as I live<br>I love the boy. But if the word<br>The angel spoke is true, we've heard<br>Messiah in our home for years.<br>And don't the prophets say that tears<br>Will all be wiped away when he<br>Appears: the blinded eyes shall see,<br>The deaf shall hear, the lame shall leap<br>The dumb shall sing and all who weep<br>Will shout for joy? And should I quell<br>The hope that he could make me well?"<br>"I asked him last week, when the priest<br>Had left, if he could not at least<br>Relieve your pain, or give you sight,<br>Or help you sleep well through the night."<br>"What did he say?" "He said in sum,<br>‘Tell Dad, my hour's not yet come.<br>The timing of the Lord of Host<br>Will make a widow and a ghost.'"<br>"Strange recompense for nurturing<br>The Son of God, the mighty King!"<br>"O Joseph, we have seen too much<br>Of God and grace to doubt that such<br>A Sovereign plans but for our good,<br>For he can heal and heal he would<br>If it were best." "What does he pray<br>Up there, Maria? Did he say?"<br>"He didn't mention much detail,<br>But only that your faith not fail.<br>He says there's something worse than death,<br>And loss of faith, not loss of breath,<br>Is what he fights. He's gotten slim<br>From fasting." "Would you please fetch him?<br>I want to say goodbye." "I know<br>The place; I'll hurry now and go."	+

	"Your father wants to see you, son;<br>I think his life is almost done.<br>Come, hasten with me to his bed."		"Your father wants to see you, son;<br>I think his life is almost done.<br>Come, hasten with me to his bed."

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"It hurts, O God, it hurts! I fear
The worst for me tonight." "Rest now
Dear Joseph, God will not allow
Your faith more pain...

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"Maria?" "Yes, my love, I'm here." "It hurts, O God, it hurts! I fear The worst for me tonight." "Rest now Dear Joseph, God will not allow Your faith more pain than it can bear." "Maria, are the children there?" "The little ones have gone to stay With Zechariah for the day. The eldest keeps his vigil still, And prays for hours on the hill Behind the house. He's fasted for A week now, Joseph, since before The priest imposed the quarantine. He loves you very much." "I've seen His love. I thought two years ago When we missed him in Jericho And had to search Jerusalem In anger, ready to condemn, That he would be a callous lad, But now at fourteen years the glad And unassuming boy, who reads The Torah late at night and pleads For me in prayer, has run the shop For these two years without a stop, While I lie here and rot with some Unknown disease. I've heard him hum A Psalm of David as he changed My stinking clothes and then arranged My mat and sat me up to drink Some broth that he had made. I think That he's the greatest joy I've had, Maria, though I'm not his dad." "Mine, too, dear Joseph. It's as though He bears it all. The children go To him and cry when I am weak. He sits them down and helps them seek Their comfort in the covenants. He wins complete obedience For me, and brightens every hour. He has a strange and winsome power." "Maria, do you think that he Could come and lay his hand on me And use the power to make me well? Sometimes I feel like I'm in hell With these blind eyes and fiery pain. And worst for me is all the strain Of seven children you must bear. Could he not heal me with his prayer?" "He's praying now up on the hill." "What does he pray? What is his will For me?" "Pure love, my husband, love." "And what is this pure thing made of If not a father's health?... Forgive Me, my Maria, as I live I love the boy. But if the word The angel spoke is true, we've heard Messiah in our home for years. And don't the prophets say that tears Will all be wiped away when he Appears: the blinded eyes shall see, The deaf shall hear, the lame shall leap The dumb shall sing and all who weep Will shout for joy? And should I quell The hope that he could make me well?" "I asked him last week, when the priest Had left, if he could not at least Relieve your pain, or give you sight, Or help you sleep well through the night." "What did he say?" "He said in sum, ‘Tell Dad, my hour's not yet come. The timing of the Lord of Host Will make a widow and a ghost.'" "Strange recompense for nurturing The Son of God, the mighty King!" "O Joseph, we have seen too much Of God and grace to doubt that such A Sovereign plans but for our good, For he can heal and heal he would If it were best." "What does he pray Up there, Maria? Did he say?" "He didn't mention much detail, But only that your faith not fail. He says there's something worse than death, And loss of faith, not loss of breath, Is what he fights. He's gotten slim From fasting." "Would you please fetch him? I want to say goodbye." "I know The place; I'll hurry now and go."

"Your father wants to see you, son; I think his life is almost done. Come, hasten with me to his bed."

"He's here, my love, beside your head." "I heard you in the synagogue Once say that there's an epilogue To life. And then you looked at me. You knew. Already you could see The last short chapter of my days: The gathering dark and distant rays Of dawn. And now I thank you, son, That you fought for my faith and won. Your intercession on the slope, Your fasting and your love gave hope. Nor do I doubt that you and I Will meet again with God on high.

I bless the night that you were born! May all the world that night adorn. Maria, come, light him a flame. Though darkness gathers, praise his Name!"

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Greetje at 03:29, 1 October 2008

Greetje: New page: {{info}}Jesus "Maria?" "Yes, my love, I'm here.""It hurts, O God, it hurts! I fearThe worst for me tonight." "Rest nowDear Joseph, God will not allowYour faith more pain...

Greetje: New page: {{info}}Jesus "Maria?" "Yes, my love, I'm here."
"It hurts, O God, it hurts! I fear
The worst for me tonight." "Rest now
Dear Joseph, God will not allow
Your faith more pain...