Dedicated to our much loved Professor of Classics
and Classical Languages –
Professor Harry H. Lacey.
A man dedicated to God, and you and me.
We thank the Lord for the Precious Gift of your Life.
And we thank you for the Gift of your Love.
How can we triumphant be?
My friends, we are.
The color of your dreams
Is the shade of your child’s eyes.
The highest aspiration of your every dream,
Comes gently from a child of your own,
That surrenders so many smiles,
In sweet and tender sighs.
You are in the Warm Embrace of God,
In the child you have,
In the child you are.
You are the Prayer, the Promise.
You are all the joy
Of life’s longing to be.
You are the messenger.
You are the message.
Yes, you are all that God
Wants you to be.
We of imperfect perfection
Cannot of greater Glory be.
With the Breath of God
To fill our lungs,
And by His Sight,
Able to see.
Yes, the Heart of Heaven
Beats with every tender sigh.
Now we can Triumphant be,
Thank God Almighty
At last we see.
His Heart beats within
Every heart around me,
And my mind is set free.
His Breath, the Fire
Of your very own voice.
His Touch, the Tender Grace
Of your hands,
To lift those in need
From their knees.
His Embrace, the warmth you feel
In every eye you greet.
His Love, Blessings countless
From Heaven Above.
His Forgiveness, passing through you,
To everyone you meet.
His Joy, born within you,
Discovered on the day of your birth,
That has always been with you.
As all about we hear
The sound of children’s laughter,
A song in perfect harmony.
With One Breath,
Our life,
His Love bestow.
For those who seek Truth,
Which we cannot define,
Save Words
From what we know Divine.
We children of God
Have been given the right
To neither live or die in vain.
The last breath of another Child,
Gave us His Grace.
And Everlasting,
It shall remain.
How can we Triumphant be?
My friends, we are.
The contents existing on this website are, in fact, awesome.
Keep up the nice work.