Laura’s Funeral

A Service of Celebration and Thanksgiving

 for the life of Laura Rose Morgan 3.10.91 – 31.7.03 

 held at St. Swithun’s Church Woodborough 19th August 2003

” The Rose Beyond the Wall “

A rose once grew where all could see,
Sheltered beside a garden wall,
and, as the days passed swiftly by,
it spread its branches, straight and tall.
One day, a beam of light shone through
A crevice that had opened wide –
The rose bent gently towards its warmth
Then passed beyond to the other side.
Now, you deeply feel its loss,
Be comforted – the rose blooms there –
Its beauty even greater now,
Nurtured by God’s own loving care.

MUSIC

Pachelbel – Canon in D Major – 

Welcome

Revd. Michael Brock

HYMN

Lord, in the light of Your love is shining,
In the midst of the darkness, shining;
Jesus, Light of the World, shine upon us
Set use free by the truth You now bring us,
Shine on me, shine on me

 Chorus   – Shine, Jesus, Shine

Fill this land with the Father’s glory;
Blaze, Spirit, blaze
Set our hearts on fire.
Flow, river, flow,
Flood the nations with grace and mercy;
Send forth Your Word, Lord,
And let there be light.

Lord, I come to Your awesome presence,
From the shadows into your radiance;
Be your blood I may enter Your brightness
Search me, try me, consume all my darkness,
Shine on me, shine on me. 

As we gaze on Your kingly brightness
So our faces display Your likeness,
Ever changing from glory to glory,
Mirrored here may our lives tell Your story,
Shine on me, shine on me.

REMEMBERING LAURA

MUSIC

Eva Cassidy – Fields of Gold

You’ll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in the fields of gold

So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Among the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
And you can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold

 I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I’ve broken
But swear in the days till left
We’ll walk in fields of gold
We’ll walk in fields of gold

I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I’ve broken
But swear in the days till left
We’ll walk in fields of gold
We’ll walk in fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer Days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
As we lie in fields of gold
You’ll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of gold

REFLECTIONS ON LAURA

Canon Gordon Lacey

GENERAL PRAYERS
Revd. Michael Brock

THE LORD’S PRAYER

HYMN

Lord of all hopefulness, Lord of all joy,
Whose trust ever child-like.
No cares could destroy,
Be there at our waking, and give us, we pray,
Your bliss in our hearts, Lord
At the break of day.

 Lord or all eagerness, Lord of all faith,
Whose strong hands were skilled
At the plane and the lathe,
Be there at our labours, and give us, we pray,
Your strength in our hearts, Lord,
At the noon of the day. 

Lord of all kindliness, Lord of all grace,
Your hands swift to welcome,
Your arms to embrace,
Be there at our homing, and give us, we pray,
Your love in our hearts Lord,
At the eve of the say.

 Lord of all gentleness, Lord of all calm,
Whose voice is contentment,
Whose presence is balm,
Be there at our sleeping, and give us, we pray,
Your peace in our hearts Lord,
At the end of the day. 

MUSIC

Lee Ann Womack – I hope you dance

I hope you never lose your sense on wonder,
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,
May you never take one single breath for granted,
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed,
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever, one door closes, I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance…. 

I hope you dance (refrain)

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
Never settle for the path of least resistance,
Livin’ might mean takin’ chances but they’re worth takin’
Lovin’ might be a mistake but its worth makin’
Don’t let some hell bent heart leave you bitter,
When you come close to sellin’ out reconsider,
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it our or dance….
 I hope you dance (refrain)

I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever, one door closes, I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance….

 Dance…… I hope you dance.

 PRAYERS OF COMMENDATION

Canon Gordon Lacey

Enya – Watermark

 Laura is buried in Woodborough Village Cemetery  alongside  her grandparents Keith and Shirley Hoskins

 

LAURA’S GIFT

When your mind has seized to question
This tragic loss of life,
When acceptance stills the restless strife within,
When the healing hands of time have dulled the cutting
Edge of pain,

Then Laura’s treasured legacy begins.

For though she is taken from you
Her memory lives on,
Welling up unbidden in your heart
Moments shared came flooding back,
Borne on the wings of love,
In spirit you are never far apart.
You’ll recall the fun and laughter,
The many special times,
The warmth will give you flagging spirits lift.
Let every unwrapped treasure
Sustain you and inspire you,
For this is Laura’s everlasting gift.

Gill Nall