BLESSED ARE THE DEAD 031611 - EUREKA

James Michael Taylor

…for they do not have to face another tomorrow…
BLESSED ARE THE DEAD

Blessed are the dead for they shall not be lonely
Blessed are the dead for they will not be sad
Blessed are the dead for they shall have no longings
Nothing lost and nothing to be had

Blessed are the dead for they shall not be angry
Blessed are the dead for their’s shall be the earth
Blessed are the dead for they shall not be dying
Blessed are the dead for they shall not fear birth

Blessed are the dead. They have no tales to tell
Blessed is the tale that’s left untold
Blessed are the dead for they shall not be aging
They will not be young and they will not grow old

Blessed are the dead for they shall not be hungry
Blessed are those who’ll never thirst again
Blessed are the late for they shall not be hurried
There’ll be no now and there will be no then

Blessed are the dead. They have no tales to tell
Blessed is the tale that’s left untold
Blessed are the dead. My friends who’ve gone before me
Blessed be no memory of the cold

Blessed are the dead who do not hear the mourning
Blessed be the silent, deaf and dumb
“We gather in this place to say goodbye to a loved one.
We are left to comfort each other.”

And blessed, my mother’s hand. A hand no longer shaking
Blessed be her days without pain
Blessed are the dead. The heart no longer breaking
Blessed be no loss and be no gain

Blessed are the dead. They have no tales to tell
Blessed is the tale that’s left untold
Blessed be the day. The day that we will join them
Blessed be the day. Oh, blessed be the day.

(C) 2010 Royal T Music