Children's songs should never have to be played at a funeral.
Elizabeth, a little girl my church, died Thursday after drowning in the pool at her home. I don't believe there was a dry eye in the church during the funeral. They played children's songs and showed a Powerpoint presentation to celebrate her life. Bro. Crabtree also read words from her parents, grandparents, and older sister (I think she's about 8).
One part that stood out to me the best was Bro. Crabtree told how Elizabeth liked to sing and that the last song she had shared with her grandparents, on the night before her accident, was "Big House". If you don't know, this is a song about heaven, here's the chorus:
Come and go with me to my father's house.
Come and go with me to my father's house.
It's a big, big house with lots and lots of room.
A big, big table with lots and lots of food.
A big, big yard where we can play football.
A big, big house, it's my father's house.
I see that song as a great comforting gift that God gave them.
I used to sell caskets. The saddest thing for me to do was sell a child's casket. I felt like I was robbing parents of their money, and I barely held back the tears everytime I would have to sell a child's casket...it hurts too bad to think about it.
ReplyDeleteBut the song you quoted reminds me of hope...a hope for us all...a hope that keeps me going despite my negative postings.
I think that's the only way you can really deal with this kind of blow; you just have to find that hope and remember that this world is not our home.
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