Randy Suits

Priscilla’s Great Remorse from ‘Every Day’s a Holiday’

Dear Eve, whose love strengthens me, ours is a love like Priscilla’s,

“Oh my dear God, ” she wailed, “what a wretched soul I am.  For that precious and priceless gem which you entrusted to my care is lost to the enemy.  I beg you father; don’t hold this sin to his charge.  Had I been the helpmate I should have been, this would have never happened.  Lord, I don’t understand why you’ve allowed this to happen, but I won’t question your better judgment.  I wish I were blind rather than see the sight my eyes have seen tonight.  It were better I had been deaf than hear the rumors and gossip which shall begin after this night.  I don’t complain for my shame Lord for I deserve all this and more.  I am sorry for the shame, which I have brought upon you in the heavenly court.  Surely Satan dances with joy at my stupidity and mocks at your righteousness.  Lord, I place Philip in your unfailing care.  I want him back even though he has grieved my soul.  I need him father.  I beg you for one more chance to be a woman, a wife and a helpmate to our precious Philip.  I ask this in Jesus’ Name.  Amen.”

     As she drove home a song Philip had written for the music class she taught whirled through her mind.  She wondered at the time how he could write a song so sad.  Little did she realize that it could be so true, that it could apply to both her and her husband?  She recalled that he said ‘that’s how the Most High God sees sinful man, as a lost creation which must be restored to its former glory.’  That night it played over and over again in her mind until Philip came home.  She pretended to be asleep as he slipped into bed as quietly as possible.  She prayed for strength to endure the three days until he left for the tour.  She must be strong.  God would prevail!

     When Philip fell into a deep sleep, Priscilla arose and sat at her piano.  As the words of Philip’s song whirled through her head, she softly sang and quietly played in great pathos.

Words and Music by Randy Suits

   ‘Would I were blind than see the sight my eyes behold,

    My husband in another’s warm embrace,

    Would I were deaf than hear the rumors t’will be told,

    I’ll live each hour in sorrow and disgrace.

    I threw away the precious man you gave to me,

    I pushed him to another woman’s arms.

    I lead him into sin and drove him from your sight.

    Don’t fail me Lord like I failed him tonight.

    A fallen angel, that’s what he is to you and me.

    Lord keep him in your care and bring him back, to what he used to be.

    Is there a place in heaven for a wretch like me?

    Lord hold my hand and keep me close to Thee.

    Lord hold my hand and keep me close to Thee.’