Reflecting on communion of the saints,
These faithfully departed cheer us on!
To win the race without disgraceful taints!
Until we waken in our Heavenly dawn!
Reflecting on those heroes looking down,
They urge believers on to victory!
They pray their loved ones win a golden crown!
And war with forces contradictory!
How can we say departed do not pray?
That they do not entreat or intercede?
I feel them every day! A loyal array
In prayerful purpose faithful and agreed!
We are surrounded by so great a cloud!
Of witnesses! A living, prayerful crowd!
How strengthening to know that they are there!
Petitioning the Throne room for our good!
Who once passed through the earth, forebears aware
That we need strength to stand – as they once stood!
When they, as we, required angelic aid,
Relying on the mercy of Our Lord.
They pray you see the pageant and parade
Before Him who forever is adored!
How personal and comforting this is,
To know and feel our loved ones are concerned,
Those relatives passed on who now are His,
Desiring you receive what Jesus earned:
Eternal bliss and happiness and life,
Where there is not a hint of sin or strife….