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O God, our Father,
May we talk together?
I wish to speak for a friend,
Who has begun his journey to the End.

Could Your light guide his steps
To You, in death's darkness?
Could You hold his hand,
On this journey to the End?

Hold him to Your heart,
Hear the cries on his part,
Listen to the wails of his loss,
On the cold river his to cross.

Lend a compassionate ear
For his voice carries fear,
Let him not disappear,
With the shore so near.

Your hands do extend,
His wounds to amend,
His pains to relieve,
In You he believes.

Your Love he sobs for
For he too is Your son,
Close not Your door,
To a caring person.

From the grips of Death
Offer him shelter,
Lest his steps falter,
And lead in its net.

There in our needs,
For others always caring,
Our weakness forgiving,
These were his deeds.

Open Your Residence,
To let him rest forever,
To be forgotten never,
To Your music let him dance.

Let him sit to Your table,
Your family, a long-lost member
Returning barely able,
Seeking Your hearth's ember.

As long as he is in Your memory
He will live for eternity,
As long as he is in Your care,
Forget we will not dare.

Please remember him,
Now and on Judgment Day,
As we remember him,
On this Day.