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Some people hate funerals. I find them comforting. They
hit the pause button on life and remind us that it has an end. Every eulogy
reminds me to deepen my dash, that place on the tombstone between our birth and
our death. Regina Brett
Scripture
A good name is better than fine perfume,
and the day
of death better than the day of birth.
It is better to
go to a house of mourning
than to go to
a house of feasting,
for death is the destiny of everyone;
the living
should take this to heart.
Frustration is
better than laughter,
because a sad
face is good for the heart. Ecclesiastes
7:1-3
Song
Beautiful
Eulogy - Beautiful Eulogy
There used to be a time when we were fine living life
with
no particular religious bend. Pretending to be our own
Gods
inventing our own system of belief so as to not depend
on
anything other than our own self governing consent.
Defending
an impending doom with no perceived need to concede
or repent. Presuming our innocence in a sense dissent.
The
sting of death was only the inevitable end of
everything
we could never rightly understand or comprehend. We
used
to fear the unknown until God made himself known and
atoned
mending the relationship between God and men. Giving
his
life as a ransom for many when he died and ascended and
in
that one event the certainty of eternal death was
circumvented.
Making a way for the day when history stops and
time suspends. Spending eternity in fellowship that
never
ends. We see the greatest expression of God's love
extended
in the moment when those who were once enemies instead
became
God's friends.
Chorus:
And when it is my time to go, go ahead and take me home
I know I'll be with You, I know I'll be with You
When it is my time to go, go ahead and take me home
Nowhere that I'd rather go
I wanna be with You
Verse 2:
How sweet the Gospel sounds to ears like mine. Well
acquainted
with pain and strained relationships. Friendships
that suffer from long distances, or even worse they get
severed from something more severe. And He still hasn't
wiped away all my tears yet. My cheeks get wet every
now
and then. Even when I give my best, I know I fall
short.
I get scared when the balls in my court. Focussed on,
my
performance, wretched and poor. It makes the message
more
real when I preach it. I'm not there yet so I'm
reaching,
reaching for a goal, to stand before my King and be
speechless.
Then, never again, will I question if his grace is
sufficient to cover my sin. Cause death is gone, and
all
the effects of, evil and wrong will be conquered when
His
kingdom comes. So this is my hope and my prayer. The
air
that I'll breath in eternity with lungs that never fail
me. If it pleases my Lord, and only by Your grace, use
my
life till it's poured out for Your sake. Until then
I'll
remain where You have me, with joy when I feel unhappy.
And
a peace that surpasses all my understanding, my life is
in
the hands of Your love everlasting.
Sentence Prayer
Father, thank you for Eulogies that reminds us it is
appointed for each man to die and face the judgement. Praise be to you who in
Jesus made a way to
be both Just and a Justifier in Christ.
Jesus, thank you for you death and resurrection that
becomes a promise to all of faith.
Jesus, praise to the Lamp of God the sinless perfect sacrifice.
Holy Spirit, thank you for your patient crucifixion of
our flesh, to resurrect the image of Jesus her on earth. Holy Spirit, praise to the fire of God that
has chosen to purify me, to be his temple.
Amen R.M.
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