O that today you would listen to his voice.
Harden not your heart.
It is our choice.
Can we make a start.

We received Harry into the church’s sacristy.
And remembered this good man.
He, we hoped is now clothed in majesty.
His is now the greater scan.

And as we prayed around his coffin.
I seemed to know that still he is alive.
I do not know how or wherein.
But somehow beyond our comprehension he does thrive.We left the church renewed.
And somehow with him revived.…….

We felt his presence
We stood around his coffin
We knew he lives still

…….

See Psalm 94