Saying Good-Bye to my Dad, Part 7

Now music is a funny thing because it allows you to say things you would never say in everyday conversation. It gives a freedom that transcends culture and language, and bypasses the mind and intellect to directly pierce the heart. It negates the necessity for words and "rational thinking" and opens up a world of possibility fraught with the dangers of emotion, beauty and the mystery of unanswered questions.

And this is the lullaby the girl wrote for her dad:

Once upon a time a mother tucked you in,
And though you're old and grown now,
You still long for her to stroke your cheek and kiss your brow-
Comfort you in the here and now -
You're so tired.

So close your eyes.
As you lay in bed and your fears grow big in the dark of night,
Let God hold you tight,
Kiss your cheek, stroke your face,
Cover you in a blanket of grace.

Please let go of any worries and regrets,
And know how much I love you.
There will come a time when we can sing and play,
Making beautiful music all day,
Up in Heaven.

So close your eyes.
As you lay in bed and your fears grow big in the dark of night,
Let God hold you tight,
Make you whole and complete,
Cover you in a blanket of peace.

Close your eyes.
As you lay in bed and your fears grow big in the dark of night,
Let God hold you tight,
May our Father above
Cover you in a blanket of love.
Make you whole and complete,
Cover you in a blanket of peace.
Kiss your cheek, stroke your face,
Cover you in a blanket of grace.