when the man comes around

And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder: One of the four beasts saying: "Come and see." And I saw. And behold, a white horse. 
There's a man goin' 'round takin' names. An' he decides who to free and who to blame. Everybody won't be treated all the same. There'll be a golden ladder reaching down. When the man comes around. 
The hairs on your arm will stand up. At the terror in each sip and in each sup. Will you partake of that last offered cup, Or disappear into the potter's ground. When the man comes around. 
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers. One hundred million angels singin'. Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum. Voices callin', voices cryin'. Some are born an' some are dyin'. It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come. 
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree. The virgins are all trimming their wicks. The whirlwind is in the thorn tree. It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks. 
Till Armageddon, no Shalam, no Shalom. Then the father hen will call his chickens home. The wise men will bow down before the throne. And at his feet they'll cast their golden crown. When the man comes around. 
Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still. Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still. Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still. Listen to the words long written down, When the man comes around. 
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers. One hundred million angels singin'. Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettle drum. Voices callin', voices cryin'. Some are born an' some are dyin'. It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom come. 
the man comes around : johnny cash


today is the 1st birthday of a special little boy, the first son of friends of ours. we're going to celebrate his birthday on saturday, and he is truly sweet.


maybe a strange transition from the song lyrics above? maybe. or maybe not.


my heart is really missing another special little boy today. a special little boy that God took to be with him before i could ever drench him in my "auntie" love. something about this morning reminds me of the morning of jay's funeral. the crispness of the air. the peace in my heart - peace that was intermingled with despair. i don't think you can ever understand how those things can co-exist until you feel it for yourself. 
i remember people asking me about Jay and telling me just how beautiful they thought he was. i could still remember what he felt like in my arms & how his skin was so perfect and had that wonderful baby smell. each curl of his hair. his tiny shoulders. i remember realizing how amazing it was to have a family that is as close as ours. i realize this isn't the case for everyone, and i am so grateful for what we have. i remember walking to the graveside as a family, listening to the above song by Johnny Cash. 


the man came around. the father hen called his special little Jay home.  the hairs on my arms stood up. there was a whirlwind in my heart. 
and i could picture jay in heaven. singing his hallelujahs & playing. 
hear the trumpets
hear the pipers
one hundred million angels singing...