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Alone we may seem
But alone we are not
For in the Grace of Heaven
And the mystery of His Love
We know that there is a spirit
Humble, quiet, and protective
That will continue to watch over us
In death as in life
That in each of us there continues
Part of that spirit
Part of that heart
Part of that love
In his children
And his children’s children
And in countless generations still to come
Just as a mighty oak
Begins as the tiniest acorn
So from his modest beginning
Has grown a great future
A legacy preserved forever
In the hearts of those who will continue
And in Eternal Life we shall come together again
Though we are not truly apart
And we shall know him and sense his presence
With us as we know and sense the Love of God
The Mystery of Mysteries
For he is now part of that great and unending Love
And it surrounds us
And engulfs us
And gives us comfort and peace
For though we cannot see
We believe
And we shall all meet again