Here is the update that I received last night from Pastor Bill's daughter, Karen:
Dad had a time of working too hard again later in the afternoon but Atavan
(sp?) seemed to take care of it by helping him relax. They have him on Cipro as another antibiotic so hopefully that will make progress against the pneumonia. Except for the times that he is sound asleep with his eyes open, he is alert and responds appropriately with his eyebrows, eyelids, and some nods.
One of Karen's friends sent her the words of a wonderful hymn written by A. B. Simpson. The words are powerful and are so fitting for Pastor Bill:
1. O Lord, breathe Thy Spirit on me,
Teach me how to breathe Thee in;
Help me pour into Thy bosom
All my life of self and sin.
Refrain
I am breathing out my sorrow,
Breathing out my sin;
I am breathing, breathing, breathing,
All Thy fullness in.
2. I am breathing out my own life,
That I may be filled with Thine;
Letting go my strength and weakness,
Breathing in Thy life divine.
3. Breathing out my sinful nature,
Thou hast borne it all for me;
Breathing in Thy cleansing fullness,
Finding all my life in Thee.
4. I am breathing out my sorrow,
On Thy kind and gentle breast;
Breathing in Thy joy and comfort,
Breathing in Thy peace and rest.
5. I am breathing out my sickness,
Thou hast borne its burden too;
I am breathing in Thy healing,
Ever promised, ever new.
6. I am breathing out my longings
In Thy listening, loving ear;
I am breathing in Thy answers,
Stilling every doubt and fear.
7. I am breathing every moment,
Drawing all my life from Thee;
Breath by breath I live upon Thee,
Lord, Thy Spirit breathe in me.
Thanks for your prayers. Keep the blog entries coming. If you can't figure out how to do an entry, you can email your comments to me and we will get them posted:
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