For Chris

Written by: Terry Noack

As all things pass, you must
   Beyond, no earthly future lies
No limits be secured

Chosen by the hand of God
   You pass before our eyes

With arms outstretched, we reach
   To hold you back

In looking back we see ahead
   An emptiness surrounds

How fragile now we feel
   The clutch of sorrow's bounds

With time strength will return
   And clearly then we'll see

The message of this mournful day

For we, too, shall pass dear Son
   And with you, then, we'll be