Borrowed words on borrowed time

[saxchicbeth]

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound,
That echoes in my mind;
And lights the path to find a peace,
I never thought I'd find.

Commit [Her] to the hallowed ground,
And hallowed memory,
And let [Her] music echo on,
In silent symphony.

Too short the days, too long the nights,
That we should walk this land,
Before the Spectre comes to us,
And takes us by the hand,

To places where no shadows fall,
And strife can touch us naught;
And leads our bodies to the forge,
In stars to be rewrought.

Eternity does hold a place,
That we may never reach;
And Time seems as a stalwart wall,
Impossible to breach.

But Love can reach the farthest shore,
And scale the stars above;
So know that we shall meet again,
In Faith, in Light, in Love