Saturday, December 27, 2014

It’s always hard to say goodbye



(a repeat of) Never Say Goodbye...
 It never occurred to me, back when I first wrote this poem, just how many times it would come back to my mind over the years.  Today I am grieving the loss of another dear friend and a co-laborer in music ministry.  The older I get the more clear it becomes just how brief this life really is.   And while I sorrow for what his family is going through today, I know that my friend is rejoicing in the presence of the Lord as he takes in all the sights and sounds of Heaven.  The Celestial Choir has gained a fabulous new tenor voice today!  For the Christian, passing from this life means we are passing into the next life...I am reminded of the chorus of one of my favorite songs that says "just think of stepping on the shore and finding it heaven, of touching a hand and finding it God's, of breathing new air and finding it celestial, of waking up in glory and finding it home"

I will "see you in the morning" Clint Moore, you will be missed!!!

 Never Say Goodbye



When one of God’s dear children
        Crosses from this life
        Whether their days were short and sweet
        Or long and full of strife
        It’s always hard to say goodbye
        And often harder to understand
        How losing someone so precious
        Could be part of God’s plan
        Yet, that is precisely
        What trusting is all about
        Knowing God is in control
        There’s no need to figure it out
        But simply relying on the promise
        That He does only what is best
        And although the heart be broken
        The soul finds perfect peace and rest
        With assurance from the Father
        Should one leave us without warning
        That in Christ we never say “goodbye”
        Rather, “I’ll see you in the Morning”

   Ps 30:5 For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning
          
     Ps 116:15 Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints.

          Several years ago a friend of mine lost his 18th month old grandson to SIDS (sudden infant death syndrome).  No warning, no real reason apart from the sovereignty of God.  It was during that time of mourning with him that I wrote this poem.  It has been used over the years at a few other funeral occasions to be a blessing to those that have lost a dear loved one.  I really don’t know how those without Christ and the hope of eternity are able to go through those times.  It must be almost unbearable to lose someone close and not have the "Hope of Heaven".  I am thankful for the promise of scripture that we will see our loved ones again someday.