Memories of my Father

A shining light in my darkness.

A burning flame that burns brighter and brighter as the day approaches.

The finest example of humility.

I can hear the roar of the applause of so many as he enters the gates.

Jumping and leaping for joy as the day approaches.

The sign of the times.

The ensign of the times.

The herald proclaiming my goodness across the land.

Sound the alarm.

Bang the cymbal.

Arise my fair one and come away.

For the winter is over and gone, and the springtime falls upon the ground.

Come up higher, ascend to the highest place.

Receive your crown, full of precious, full of that which is so precious.

For I have prepared the finest garment for you.

The coat of many colours.

A distinctive coat, a coat of great distinction.

For it is my hand that holds yours.

For we must walk onward.

For I have ordered these steps.

It is my hand that holds yours.

Come away with me, my fair one, come away with me.

For I long to hear your voice and to see your face.

For your voice booms across the land, louder and louder, echoing far and wide.

Feel my peace upon you.

Take my garment of peace.

For the time of great heaviness has past.

For today this day I will lift the burden from off your shoulders.

Feel the light of my lightness upon you.

For that which was in now before, and that which is to come lies before you.

Peace be still.

Feel my peace upon you.

Receive my peace and rest upon it.