"The literal 'bar' of this poem is the kind of submerged sandbar that frequently stretches across the mouth of a river or entrance to a harbor. A ship 'crosses the bar' when it puts out to sea."
Crossing The Bar
By Alfred Tennyson
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face-to-face
When I have cross'd the bar.
We love you all. Anxious to see the hand of the Lord move swiftly now to establish the new First Presidency. We felt obviously drawn to President Monson. We loved hearing President Packer's subtle comments about preparing the church to sustaining President Monson.
How greatful we are that we have a prophet on the earth, and God has not left us comfortless.
1 comment:
Oh, my goodness, Brad, that was so awesome of you to write the words for the great and famous, Crossing the Bar. As hard as I tried, I could not understand the words of the song when the choir was singing it. It makes a lot of sense why it was chosen to be done at the Prophet's funeral. He probably loves the literature and it was most fitting for him. Especially when you can know the words. Yes, we have joined with the vast membership of the Church in thinking and sharing and reading and remembering our Prophet dear. I am hoping each of us will share these favorite memories of him. Many thanks again for supplying the complete text! It is an awesome piece. I am expecting a report on Abby soon. Love you! xoxoxo Mama
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