Lucille Yuen

A poem to comfort a friend whose mother died.

Where in life art Thou, O Lord?
Everywhere art Thou, O Lord.

We’d not had life, but that You gave,
Wondrously, miraculously.

We’d not had hope, but that You taught
Us to love and believe,

We’d not had sense, but that You informed.
Kept us safe while we transformed.

Life was a gift, time was a friend,
Our life’s legacy, memory’s refrain

Healing for the past, prospect for the future,
All through the Gospel, life’s best tutor.

Today we breathe, sing and work,
Love our families, teach our kids,

Bake our cakes, hoe our yards,
Smile at fireworks and the sun,

But when all’s been said and all’s been done,
We’ll be glad we know You, Jesus, the Son.

The Day of Clay then rightly done,
We can fin’lly say our race is won!

In the Beginning was the Word,
And the Word was with God,
And the Word was God.
The same was in the beginning with God.
All things were made by Him;
and without Him was not anything made
that was made. (John 1:1-3)