Even, perhaps especially, in this pandemic season, I remember childhood summers that seemed to have no horizon: a time and place as close to heaven as any young heart might ever dream. A child’s summer joy comes as a gift from God: a taste of timelessness, a promise of perpetual play, a season of sun and unending fun. Only God might offer such a gift! But where have those childhood summers gone? Have we lost our hope in summer's promise? If we don't believe in summer, how can we believe in heaven where summer's joy must surely never end... heaven: where summer's timeless stillness calms with peace all other seasons' grief?
Let’s pause and pray…
Come summer with me, Lord,
come summer with me
deep down in my soul…
Restore my faith in summer’s time,
in rest, in joy, in play, in you...
Summer in my heart, Lord,
and dwell there as if the summertime would never end,
as if all time were a child’s time, eternal time,
when school is always out and joy is ever in...
Come summer with me, Lord,
come summer with me
deep down in my soul…
Restore my faith in summer’s time,
in rest, in joy, in play, in you...
Summer in my heart, Lord,
and dwell there as if the summertime would never end,
as if all time were a child’s time, eternal time,
when school is always out and joy is ever in...
Come
summer with me, Lord,
come summer with me
deep down in my soul…
In these long-awaited days, Lord,
slow me down and give me time to be with you,
extra time to spend with you and find you
always by my side...
Let any summer doldrums lull, calm and call me
to a place of peace, of prayer, of meeting you again
-- like bumping into an old friend,
on the streets of my vacation...
come summer with me
deep down in my soul…
In these long-awaited days, Lord,
slow me down and give me time to be with you,
extra time to spend with you and find you
always by my side...
Let any summer doldrums lull, calm and call me
to a place of peace, of prayer, of meeting you again
-- like bumping into an old friend,
on the streets of my vacation...
Come
summer with me, Lord,
come summer with me
deep down in my soul…
Help me relax, Lord,
and find a peaceful place
where I can meet you face to face.
Remind me of the times you took your own rest, Lord:
leaving behind the city and crowds,
going out to the desert, up the mountain,
across to the opposite shore
off by yourself or with just a few friends,
to pray...
Come summer with me, Lord,
come summer with me
deep down in my soul…
Slow me down, Lord, to a pace that lets me be,
that lets me with you, just you,
in a quiet, shady spot
where my heart speaks to yours and yours to mine,
where in the silence I can hear your voice
and trust that you hear mine...
come summer with me
deep down in my soul…
Help me relax, Lord,
and find a peaceful place
where I can meet you face to face.
Remind me of the times you took your own rest, Lord:
leaving behind the city and crowds,
going out to the desert, up the mountain,
across to the opposite shore
off by yourself or with just a few friends,
to pray...
Come summer with me, Lord,
come summer with me
deep down in my soul…
Slow me down, Lord, to a pace that lets me be,
that lets me with you, just you,
in a quiet, shady spot
where my heart speaks to yours and yours to mine,
where in the silence I can hear your voice
and trust that you hear mine...
Come
summer with me, Lord,
come summer with me
deep down in my soul…
come summer with me
deep down in my soul…
Even if my summer time is crowded with work and things to do,
even if vacation time is short or not at all in sight,
even if my burdens add to summer's heat - even then:
come summer with me, Lord,
come summer deep down in my soul each day:
as the sun comes up at morning,
as the stars shine bright by moon light,
as soft rains fall upon me -
come summer with me, Lord,
come summer with me
deep down in my soul...
even if vacation time is short or not at all in sight,
even if my burdens add to summer's heat - even then:
come summer with me, Lord,
come summer deep down in my soul each day:
as the sun comes up at morning,
as the stars shine bright by moon light,
as soft rains fall upon me -
come summer with me, Lord,
come summer with me
deep down in my soul...
Amen.
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