I often find that I wake up with one of the old songs on my heart and if I do, it is usually quite meaningful and comforting. Recently, a song that I always thought was a rather old-fashioned funeral song, has struck me poigniantly. I've been almost wailing as Father prunes me and the old song, "O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go" was brought to my mind. All the verses are lovely, but I particularly relate to the third one:
O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to Thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain
That morn shall tear-less be....