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If ever there was a time you felt that the Lord loved you through me, may He now love you through others. As this night ends, may He scoop up this man buried by the dead and raise him to His new creation. May He remove my shame for not having sooner died to self. May He breathe life into my nostrils in a new creation. May He let you forget me... any love is any pain. With this final breath, I disappear. A man no more, but only His light remains. May this mans memory fade from you with each step forward. A new life for you, He brings. Free from hurt and regret. The dead have buried the dead. Forward to You, Lord. I come. Amen and amen.