But when he said "Yes", he thought of his Mother, and he thought of the great hopes he had had, and how they were all dying away, and a lump came in his throat and tears in his eyes, and he blurted out:
"But please, please-won't you-can't you give me something that will cure Mother?" Up till then he had been looking at the Lion's great feet and the huge claws on them; now, in his despair, he looked up at its face.
What he saw surprised him as much as anything in his whole life. For the tawny face was bent down near his own and (wonder of wonders) great shining tears stood in the Lion's eyes. They were such big, bright tears compared with Digory's own that for a moment he felt as if the Lion must really be sorrier about his Mother than he was himself.
From the Magician's Nephew
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Song Of Hope
All things bright and beautiful You are All things wise and wonderful You are In my darkest night, You brighten up the skies A song will rise I will sing a song of hope Sing along God of heaven come down Heaven come down Just to know that You are near is enough God of heaven come down, heaven come down All things new I can start again Creator, God Calling me Your friend Sing praise, my soul To the Maker of the skies A song will rise I will sing a song of hope Sing along God of heaven come down Heaven come down Just to know You and be loved is enough God of heaven come down, heaven come down Hallelujah, sing Hallelujah, sing Hallelujah, sing
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