Annual Remembrance Service 2021

Welcome

CH4 718 We Cannot Measure How You Heal

1. We cannot measure how you heal
   or answer every sufferer’s prayer,
   yet we believe your grace responds
   where faith and doubt unite to care.
   Your hands, though bloodied on the cross
   survive to hold and heal and warn,
   to carry all through death to life
   and cradle children yet unborn.
   

2. The pain that will not go away,
   the guilt that clings from things long past,
   the fear of what the future holds
   are present as if meant to last.
   But present too is love which tends
   the hurt we never hoped to find,
   the private agonies inside
   the memories that haunt the mind.
   

3. So some have come who need your help,
   and some have come to make amends,
   as hands which shaped and saved the world
   are present in the touch of friends.
   Lord, let your Spirit meet us here
   to mend the body, mind and soul,
   to disentangle peace from pain
   and make your broken people whole
   

Prayer of Approach

(Margaret)

Reading of Names - part 1

As each name is called, you are invited to light a candle in memory and try to place it where everyone can see it

1. John 14: 1 - 4, 6, 27
2. Romans 8:26-27, 31-38

Reading of Names - part 2

Reflection

(Julia)

Special Music — Highland Cathedral

Prayer of Remembrance

(Julia)

CH4 727 In the Bulb There Is a Flower

1. In the bulb there is a flower;
   In the seed, an apple tree;
   In cocoons, a hidden promise:
   Butterflies will soon be free!
   In the cold and snow of winter
   There's a spring that waits to be,
   Unrevealed until its season,
   Something God alone can see.
   

2. There's a song in every silence,
   Seeking word and melody;
   There's a dawn in every darkness
   Bringing hope to you and me.
   From the past will come the future;
   What it holds, a mystery,
   Unrevealed until its season,
   Something God alone can see.
   

3. In our end is our beginning;
   In our time, infinity;
   In our doubt there is believing;
   In our life, eternity.
   In our death, a resurrection;
   At the last, a victory,
   Unrevealed until its season,
   Something God alone can see.
   

Benediction