Carry Me, Carry You

A lot of Boomer generation folks are finally waking up to the idea that we’re going to, yes, die. I don’t know if we were the first generation to think we were immortal, but we certainly have tried to extend our childhoods as far as possible. That’s over now, as we see our parents through their last phases and find ourselves burying friends, too many friends, our own age.

I can be a selfish man, I admit it, but in these days I’m finding that the idea of serving is coming forward a little more, and I’m gradually letting go of me. The perennial Boomer question, ‘what do I really want?’ is being supplanted by a different question: ‘God, what do you want?’ Hey, I’m as surprised as anyone! But grace beckons and you know what? It’s a relief.

The beautiful little irony is that “putting away childish things” opens up more freedom to be childlike instead. Born again, indeed. Thank you, God.

Click here for sheet music. All rights reserved, but feel free to play it and sing it! Just please give credit, and let me know how you like it. Mighty blessings.

Carry Me, Carry You

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