{"id":1657,"date":"2012-10-15T13:47:25","date_gmt":"2012-10-15T20:47:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jonandlayne.com\/?p=1657"},"modified":"2012-10-15T13:47:25","modified_gmt":"2012-10-15T20:47:25","slug":"samuels-song","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jonandlayne.com\/samuels-song\/","title":{"rendered":"Samuel’s Song"},"content":{"rendered":"

A Jon Post<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

I wrote this in memory of a 17-year-old\u00a0boy\u00a0named Samuel who died last week on Monday. Layne, Alice our partner, and I had been asked by his doctor to sit by his bedside to care for him (cleaning, feeding, etc) as he was given too much pain medication to maintain\u00a0consciousnesses\u00a0and had no one else to care for him in his last days. We knew and loved him well. This song has been on my heart since and I’m glad I was able to write it and share it here.<\/p>\n

We met when you were young<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Not yet 17<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Your eyes were holding a pain I\u2019d never known<\/em>
\nWe spoke softly I learned your name<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0You told me of your home<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Alone and sick your smile betrayed your fear<\/em><\/p>\n

So you wait in this bed staring death in the face<\/em>
\nAnd oh, there\u2019s more to you than this<\/em>
\nI believe together we can find out what it is<\/em><\/p>\n

So I will visit you<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Though I barely know your name<\/em>
\nI\u2019ll laugh and joke and hope to know you well<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Yes I will visit you<\/em><\/p>\n

I learned that you\u2019d been hurt<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0You trusted me with your pain<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0We cried and hugged I\u2019d no words to heal the scar<\/em>
\nBut I told you there was One<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Who does more than simply heal<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0He completes our pain in the wordless beauty of His<\/em><\/p>\n

So you sit in this bed staring life in the face<\/em>
\nAnd oh, there\u2019s more to trust than this<\/em>
\nWith Him together you can find out what it is<\/em><\/p>\n

So I will pray with you<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0To the One who knows your name<\/em>
\nThough you\u2019ve just met He already knows you well<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Yes I will pray with you<\/em><\/p>\n

The months passed you grew, I watched<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0You seemed to grow so strong<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0We hoped you\u2019d win this war with your disease<\/em>
\nSo soccer games and smiles<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Mark these memories I hold<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Chasing balls on broken pavement with a grin<\/em><\/p>\n

You seem free of your fear of the sting of your death<\/em>
\nAnd oh, there\u2019s more to find in Him<\/em>
\nI believe together we can search out what it is<\/em><\/p>\n

So I will play with you<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0And I\u2019ll laugh and shout your name<\/em>
\nWe\u2019ll chase the sun we\u2019ll hold these memories well<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Yes I will play with you<\/em><\/p>\n

Then slowly it returned<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0The pain you knew so well<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Our feeble hands failed to stop dark tides of this disease<\/em>
\nAnd lying on your bed<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Poison dripping in your veins<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0You held tight to the One who gives joy who gives peace\u2026 in anguish<\/em><\/p>\n

So you lie in your bed waiting for death and his touch<\/em>
\nBut oh, there\u2019s more to tears than this<\/em>
\nCrying together we can seek out what it is<\/em><\/p>\n

So I will sit with you<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0And I\u2019ll whisper your name<\/em>
\nI\u2019ll plead the blood of Christ will cover you<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Yes I will sit with you<\/em><\/p>\n

Hours silent by your side<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Slowly pass us by<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Others come and go, I wonder if you still hear me<\/em>
\nBut your body lost its fight<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Your heart was just to tired<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0And the gap between you and Christ came to a close<\/em><\/p>\n

So you died in this bed with peace on your face<\/em>
\nAnd oh, there\u2019s more to death than this<\/em>
\nSome day together you can show me what it is<\/em><\/p>\n

So I will cry for you<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0And I\u2019ll softly speak your name<\/em>
\nI\u2019m so glad you let me get to know you well<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Yes I will cry for you<\/em><\/p>\n

Now you stand<\/em>
\n \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0On legs strong and whole and clean<\/em>
\nNow you stand<\/em>
\n \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0In the presence of the One who redeemed your pain<\/em><\/p>\n

And one day I will stand with you<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Singing glory to His name<\/em>
\nYes I will stand with you<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Singing glory to His name<\/em>
\nWe\u2019ve eternity to get to know Him well<\/em>
\n\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Yes I will stand with you<\/em><\/p>\n

Oh I will stand with you<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A Jon Post I wrote this in memory of a 17-year-old\u00a0boy\u00a0named Samuel who died last week on Monday. Layne, Alice our partner, and I had been asked by his doctor to sit by his bedside to care for him (cleaning, feeding, etc) as he was given too much pain medication to maintain\u00a0consciousnesses\u00a0and had no one…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jonandlayne.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1657"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jonandlayne.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jonandlayne.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jonandlayne.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jonandlayne.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1657"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/jonandlayne.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1657\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1661,"href":"https:\/\/jonandlayne.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1657\/revisions\/1661"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jonandlayne.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1657"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jonandlayne.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1657"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jonandlayne.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1657"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}