What he suffered he told

but few,

He did not deserve what he went through.

Tired and weary he made

no fuss,

But tried so hard to stay

with us.

Two tired eyes are sleeping,

Two willing hands are still;

The one who worked so hard

for us

Is resting at God's will

Our lips cannot speak how we loved him,

Our hearts cannot tell what

to say.

But God only knows how we

miss him,

In our home that is lonely today.

Pray for us, O dearest father

To Jesus Christ, our King.

That He may bless our

lonely home

Where thou once dwelt therein

And pray that God may give

us strength

To bear our heavy cross;

For no one knows but only He

The treasure we have lost.

RV 86

When the sun rises in all its glory

To brighten up the sky

That's when we'll remember

Saying our last goodbye.

When corn in the fields turns golden brown

And in the distance a horse is heard neighing

We'll turn an ear into the breeze

And hear every word your saying

On long summer walks

When we pause and rest a while

We'll turn our face skywards, close our eyes and see

you smile.

And now you're in that place

Where one day we all hope

to be,

Do me one small favour ...

Save a place for me

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Be still, I know I am with you,

Be still I am the Lord.

I will not leave you orphans.

I leave you with my world.

Be one.

You fear the light may be fading,

You fear to lose your way.

Be still, and know I am near you.

I'll lead you to the day and

the sun.

Be glad the day you

have sorrow,

Be glad, for then you live.

The stars shine only in darkness, And in your need I give

my peace.

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