When tomorrow starts without me,
and I'm not there to see;
If the sun should rise and
find your eyes, all filled
with tears for me; I wish so
much you wouldn't cry, the way you
did today, while thinking of the many things,
we didn't get to say. I know how much you
love me, as much as I love you,
and each time you think of me, I know you'll miss me
too; But when tomorrow starts without me,
please try to understand, that an angel came
and called my name, and took me by the hand,
and said my place was ready, in heaven
far above, and that I'd have to leave behind,
all those I dearly love. But as I turned to
walk away, a tear fell from my eye,
for all my life, I'd always thought, I didn't want to
die. I had so much to live for,
so much yet to do, it seemed almost impossible, that I
was leaving you. I thought of all the yesterdays,
the good ones and the bad, I thought of
all the love we shared, and all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday, just even for
awhile, I'd say goodbye and kiss you and
maybe see you smile. But then I fully realized,
that this could never be, for emptiness
and memories, would take the place of me. And
when I thought of worldly things, I might
miss come tomorrow, I thought of you, and
when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven's gates,
I felt so much at home. When God looked
down and smiled at me from His great
golden throne, He said, "This is eternity,
and all I've promised you". Today for life on
earth is past, but here it starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last,
and since each day's the same day,
there's no longing for the past. But you have been so
faithful, so trusting, so true Though there were
times you did some things you knew you
shouldn't do. But you have been forgiven
and now at last you're free. So won't you take
My hand and share My life with Me?
So when tomorrow starts without me, don't think
we're far apart, for everytime you think of me,
I'm right here,in your heart.
~Author: Barbara Ralston~
Some say love it is the river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love it is the razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love it is a hunger
an aching endless need. I say
love it is a flower and you, it's only seed.
It's the heart afraid of breaking that never
learns to Dance. It's the dream
afraid of waking that never takes a chance.
It's the one who wont be taken who
cannot seem to give, and the soul
afraid of dying that never learns to live.
When the night has
been to lonely and the road has been
too long, and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter far
beneath the bitter snows lies the seed
that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the Rose
(written by Amanda Mc Bride)
~ ~1 Corinthians 13:4-8~
Lead: Brian Wilson
When the deep purple falls over sleepy garden walls,
And the stars begin to flicker in the sky.
Through the mist of a memory you wander back to me,
Breathing my name with a sigh.
In the still of the night once again I hold you tight,
Though you're gone, our love lives on when moonlight beams.
And as long as my heart shall beat. Lover, we'll always meet,
Here in my deep purple dream.
And as long as my heart shall beat,
Lover, we'll always meet here in my deep purple dream