On Life...and Death

It seems we may never know why someone lives
and someone dies.
To one, their years range out
as if to wring the very last drip
and others
not a moment of excess.

But each of us have given to our care
a select few to love.
To have and to hold.
To train up ... to nuture.
To ease the burden of this crazy life.

Where our laughter is the magic key
to unlock the smile when burdened.
Where our step brightens their face or lifts their head.
And when their time is done, to lay them to rest.

Helen, you held out as long as you could.
You strained, you held
like a ballast in the storm.
But your sails were tattered, your spirits worn.

We shall sail you into clear waters
the horizon wide and clear
Sleep easy. You're race is won.

"I know your life
On earth was troubled
And only you could know the pain
You weren't afraid to face the devil
You were no stranger to the rain

Go rest high on that mountain
For you work on earth is done
Go to heaven a shoutin'
Love for the Father and Son

Oh, how we cried the day you left us
We gathered round your grave to grieve
I wish I could see the angels faces
When they hear your sweet voice sing

Go rest high on that mountain
For you work on earth is done
Go to heaven a shoutin'
Love for the Father and Son"
words and lyrics by Vince Gill