As the choir sang

 

Gentle wings flutter against stained glass,

A spirit waiting to be freed

Caught by the eyes of grieving friends

As the choir sang.

She is resting, she is peaceful

Her soul is guiding us through

Sending us a message of hope

As the choir sang.

And as the voices rose in glory and praise, it fluttered away

With the blinking of tearful eyes

In that blessed moment, a soul released

As the choir sang

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