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Her solitary voice filled the silence of the funeral parlor. The words of the song pierced my heart, driven deep into my soul like a dagger thrust. The song I loved so much, now a dirge for my lost son.

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound

that saved a wretch like me!

I once was lost, but now am found,

was blind, but now I see.

I was blind. I never really knew my only son and now he’s gone.

Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,

and grace my fears relieved;

How precious did that grace appear,

the hour I first believed!

I was graced by his life and wasn’t smart enough to see it.

Through many dangers, toils and snares,

I have already come;

Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,

and grace will lead me home.

Oh God, I don’t know if I can survive this.

The Lord has promised good to me,

his word my hope secures;

He will my shield and portion be,

as long as life endures.

My only son, what have I lost?

Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,

and mortal life shall cease;

I shall possess, within the veil,

a life of joy and peace.

I hope Chris has some peace now. Will I ever?

The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,

the sun forbear to shine;

But God, who called me here below,

will be forever mine.

I can’t stand this. I want to die.