Though our tears may last the night

This was written for the funeral of someone who had suffered from dementia.

Tune: Heathlands 77 77 77

1. Though our tears may last the night
Sorrow putting sleep to flight
While our dreams are far and few
God is making all things new
Joy will come with morning dew
God is making all things new

2. Though confusion leads to fear
Things once veiled are now made clear
What was false is now made true
God is making all things new
We recall and we review
God is making all things new

3. Shades of memories unwind
Painting pictures in our mind
Colours rich in every hue
God is making all things new
Love and hope are woven through
God is making all things new

Text © Jan Brind 2006

 

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