A song to contemplate(old and traditional
).. It makes me realize the fraility of life as well as the blessing of having a human body..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JLjRoRy4uEw&list=FLFsFXtxPvq77WZdcLc-0BAg&feature=mh_lolzby Henry Lyte
Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide;
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me.
I need Thy presence every passing hour;
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s pow’r?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness;
Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.