Lord, let my cry come before you; hide not your face from me in the day of trouble... make haste to answer me. For my days drift away like smoke and my bones are hot as burning coals... As Christian people we liveinthe light of Easter, but still in the shadow of the cross, in a world that is transitory, which sounds so much nicer than passing away... As My Ellfeltd, my grade school teacher and music director at St Matthew's used to say, we need to “Keep the em-PHA-sis on the right syl-LA-ble,”