Remembering Chris …

This weekend I have thought a lot of a dear friend’s son, Chris, who was killed in a tragic car accident on this weekend eight years ago.  -And I am reminded of how words from a simple hymn can provide some sense of comfort, both during a funeral, and these many years later.  This particular hymn, which we sang at Chris’s amazing service, is called the ‘Hymn of Promise’.  Perhaps these words will be of comfort to you at some point in time:

In the bulb there is a flower; in the seed, an apple tree;
In cocoons, a hidden promise: butterflies will soon be free!
In the cold and snow of winter there’s a spring that waits to be,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.

There’s a song in every silence, seeking word and melody;
There’s a dawn in every darkness, bringing hope to you and me.
From the past will come the future; what it holds, a mystery,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.

In our end is our beginning; in our time, infinity;
In our doubt there is believing; in our life, eternity,
In our death, a resurrection; at the last, a victory,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.

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