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    The Christian Funeral Service
    The Christian Funeral Service
    The Christian Funeral Service
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    The Christian Funeral Service

    By Angela Hossack

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    A selection of original poems and prayers, as well as a selection of traditional poems, prayers, bible readings and hymns to help you plan the funeral service of a loved one. This book will bring you comfort during the days, weeks, months and years after your loss.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAngela Hossack
    Release dateFeb 12, 2019
    ISBN9781386630999
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      Book preview

      The Christian Funeral Service - Angela Hossack

      A Selection of Poems, Prayers, Bible Readings and Hymns

      Including never before published original poems and prayers

      by

      Angela Hossack

      Dedicated to my beloved dad,

      James Howie McIntyre MacDougall

      ––––––––

      Sleep sound, my darling.

      Part One:

      A selection of original poems

      written by

      Angela Hossack

      My Eyes Will Always See you

      Do not give in to sorrow,

      Because I slipped away from life;

      Do not regret my passing

      Or carry on in strife.

      Continue on without me,

      And remember happy times,

      For my eyes will always see you,

      And I’ll watch for all the signs.

      Do not give in to heartache,

      Because I left you all alone;

      Do not lament my absence,

      For that I can’t atone.

      Persistence will befriend you,

      Of that you can but trust,

      Forbearance will sustain you,

      Until ashes turn to dust.

      Do not aggrieve too sorely,

      Because my end has come too soon;

      Do not protest too strongly,

      Or bargain for a boon.

      Accept that I am home now,

      In the bosom of our Lord,

      And my eyes will always see you,

      Of that, you have my word.

      Say Your Name

      I will say your name every day,

      and I will remember how your eyes sparked,

      and brightened your lovely face each time you smiled,

      each time you caught my eye, or when I caught you unawares

      staring at the rain, or picking roses for the vase.

      I will say your name when I dream, and awaken with the dawn,

      on my lips, and forever in my grieving mind –

      your name, my love -

      drawing forth memory of the effervescent presence

      that truly humbled, and sincerely honoured me.

      I will say your name to summon up the times we laughed and loved,

      and cried and cleaved, throughout the years,

      despite the hurts;

      a memorial to what’s forever gone, to what’s lost, but not forgotten,

      forever more known, in the saying of your name.

      The Void

      It swallows me whole – this desolate void,

      It crushes against me and stops all the air,

      and keeps the tears from forming in my eyes,

      though I’m desperate to rail, and desperate to cry,

      and anxious to feel, and anxious to know

      the all-consuming loss of you –

      the wretched, deplorable

      loss of you.

      They say that the void is a temporary thing,

      to dissipate with time,

      but it gobbles me up, it suffocates,

      and strives to render me useless

      to family, to friends,

      and how can I grieve, embraced in this void of

      absolute nothing?

      how can I say goodbye?

      The Light

      At times it dimmed, and barely did it muster

      The strength to bright your eyes,

      At times it waned and spluttered,

      And all too nearly dies;

      At times it shone, and brightened on your face -

      A glow of wondrous peace,

      At times it touched your gracious smile,

      Not to flicker nor to cease;

      At times it flared, and brightly did it glisten -

      Alive and blazing warm,

      At times it soared and beckoned -

      The balm to calm the storm;

      And unto death - its radiance your bright guide -

      Embracing, kind and true,

      To shows the angels waiting,

      To give life to you anew;

      At times, that light does lovingly grace the room,

      To show that you are near,

      And in our darkest moments,

      Removes our bleakest fear.

      Sleep Well, My Darling

      Sleep well, my darling,

      Your rest is sorely earned,

      Take comfort in the fact

      You leave us unconcerned.

      Sleep well, my darling,

      And know that we won’t grieve,

      For although you slumber,

      You surely do not leave.

      Sleep well, my darling,

      For when the morning sun

      Travels across the sky,

      The end is not to die.

      Sleep well, my darling,

      Before the night is through,

      God will be before you,

      New life to give to you.

      Sleep well, my darling,

      And know that we are here,

      To wait until our end,

      To once again be near.

      After the Dawn

      Minutes stretch across the hours,

      And black, black night takes

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