Here is a song from Ian's favorite Jars of Clay CD. He would
play this CD every morning getting ready for school for well over a year. I
think this CD is Caylea Pogue's and maybe Danny's favorite Jars CD too. I let
them comment agreement or disagreement on that.
This song is Ian's message to us, his friends and family
left behind here in time. My prayer is that it will be our testimony as well.
It didn't matter to Ian where he was buried - he was already
home; he was already free. Thanks to all who have celebrated his life by
spreading some of Ian in France, England, Portugal, Spain, Poland, Colombia,
Kenya, Germany, California, Washington DC, Nashville, Ohio, College Station
(pond hopping with our "kids" on the TAMU campus), Wichita Falls, and
various places around Austin, e.g. Mount Bonnell, Zilker Park, and other
locations. Ian has "got around" for sure!!! But that is not him; he
is not here but resting in his Father's arms.
Weep not for Ian, his life belongs to "the First and
the Last, the Living One. Who died, and behold Who is alive forevermore, and
holds the keys of Death and Hades" (Rev. 1:17-18). He is the One to whom
Ian's life belongs, the One who will raise the dead again. So though we may
weep because we miss Ian's physical presence, we know he is safe and home. We
weep for ourselves and what we miss - but we grieve with a sure hope, that we
will rejoice with Ian before God's throne soon. There all our tears will be washed
away!
Jars Of Clay
"All My Tears" from "Good Monsters"
When I go, don't cry for me
In my Father's arms I'll be
The wounds this world left on my soul
Will all be healed and I'll be whole.
Sun and moon will be replaced
With the light of Jesus' face
And I will not be ashamed
For my Savior knows my name.
It don't matter where you bury me,
I'll be home and I'll be free.
It don't matter where I lay,
All my tears be washed away.
Gold and silver blind the eye
Temporary riches lie
Come and eat from heaven's store,
Come and drink, and thirst no more
It don't matter where you bury me
I'll be home and I'll be free
It don't matter where I lay
All my tears be washed away
So, weep not for me my friends,
When my time below does end
For my life belongs to Him
Who will raise the dead again.
It don't matter where you bury me,
I'll be home and I'll be free.
It don't matter where I lay,
All my tears be washed away.
