English
What was Yours, Lord, I have given You. Now, take him/her on Your lap. With tears, I have given him/her, with pangs of loss. My consolation is only this that You have accepted him/her. All those who came, are existing still. In infinity all are alive. And yet, we live in fear of loss. Forgetting You, we worry and weep. 0 Lord, forgetting You, we worry and weep.
