Soft the raindrops falling, tears from heaven, send,
At last, your road is ending, now, its final bend.
There, His angels waiting, for you, their hands extend,
To bear you up to Jesus, farewell, my dad, my friend.
March 29, 2015
State Funeral of Mr Lee Kuan Yew,
Founding Father of Modern Singapore
O Let me now in stillness lie,
Away from all, the embers die.
Then the night should beckon, “Fly”,
Beyond the clouds, the endless sky.
Pause then for the moment, the angels softly sigh,
A spark of life now fading, dark the cosmic sky.
Days and years long passing, now all in shadows lie,
Void then, what fulfilling? The ancient bids goodbye.
A question for the asking, of the radiance of His glow,
How love should matter much, that brought a god down low.
Swallowed up in victory, through death did graces flow,
And rue the forgotten answer, that life must die to grow.
Lisping in the wind, the sound of silent prayer,
Ferrying her tears, seeking the One who cares.
In that quiet hideaway, the trials of life to spare,
A sigh, the final resting, at last, all things made fair.
Come round the bend with me, where hope as carpet grows,
Waters catching light, life, as the river flows.
Come round the bend with me, your hand so soft to hold,
Day at last, its resting, by night, our story told.
The cycle now completing, young blends into old,
Passion gently ebbing, night draws in the cold.
Mortal thoughts releasing, time eroding hold,
Earth, sweet home returning, as sheep retire to fold.
Wave after wave, relentless tide,
Snares and trials, no haven, hide.
Water filling, sad mortal plight,
Darkness, calm, drowning, died.
Chapter written, last verses sang,
Memories hold, the spirit commend.
Curtains drawn, in darkness blend,
A graceful bow, embracing the End.
Flame snuffed, His body gone cold,
Breath and pulse, now none behold.
Tears and mourning, a distant drone,
The earth passing, God and He alone.