This song was performed several years back at an Easter service at Faith Lutheran Church. My friend, Jane, shared this poem on Facebook the other day and I felt it was a nice time to share this again. The recording is a bit fuzzy, old iPod from 7 years ago lol. Maybe I’ll try to re-record this one. The original poem is below, as well as the video link. Enjoy.
| Do not stand By my grave, and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep– I am the thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints in snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle, autumn rain. As you awake with morning’s hush, I am the swift, up-flinging rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the day transcending night. Do not stand By my grave, and cry– I am not there, I did not die. |
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