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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Monday, January 24, 2005
    Blood and water
    Odd how you can work flat out all day, on many varied things, most of which you do ok. But come home at the end of it possessed by one small oversight - one thing you ought to have done but have not done - which makes the overriding impression of the whole day one of failure. What shall I do? I think take comfort in Woven Hand's haunting, moving, version of the traditional Down in yon forest:

    Down under that bed there runs a flood
    Bells of heaven I hear them ring
    Half run in water
    Half run in blood
    And I love my Lord Jesus above anything