What songs do you want sung at your own Memorial Service?

"Aint no Grave Gonna Hold my Body Down"

Mike

 

There is a song on a news boy's remixed CD, it has this phrase in it, "When the milk is turning and the toast is burning and captin church is waveing farewell let this song remind you that they dont serve breakfast in hell" I love it.It will be played at my funeral, unless the lord comes first.

 

I love that "Smoke on the Water" answer!

"It Is Well WithMy Soul" That one has always been my comfort.
But I definitely want an gospel message preached. My brother-in-law and I made an agreement that he would speak at my funeral if I went first and I would speak at his if he went first. Something to the effect of: " God told Moses: "I am the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob," not "I was. . ." They still live. When Moses and Elijah first walked this earth, they each asked to see God face to face, and God kept that promise! They both did so, meeting Jesus on the Mount of Transfiguration long, long, long after they first left this earth. Moses and Elijah met Jesus on the Mount of Transfiguration, shining with so much Glory, enough so that Peter wanted to raise a temple for both of them as well as Jesus! Moses died and was buried, Elijah was taken up, but both came back, they had an appointment with Jesus, God keeping His promise, "I'll meet you in Israel a thousand years in the future and we'll talk about it face to face."

So don't look for him in that box. Just like Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, he still lives. Those are just the clothes he's shrugged out of. Just like Moses and Elijah, he still lives. One day, that body is going to rise again to meet up with his soul! Don't cry for him, he's been welcomed home to a Father Who loves him so much, He sent His Son to die for him and make it possible for him to live forever! He still lives. This is my hope and my expectation as well.

I'm sorry, I got carried away, but I expect it to be something like that.

Brett

 

Ralph Stanley's "When I Wake Up To Sleep No More".

 

It's funny you should say that. I'd forgotten until you said that, that I had always said that I wanted "Shouting on the Hills of Glory" played at my memorial.

 

Bro Mike,
The first time I ever heard that song a "folksy bluegrass" group from Washington state was singing it and it was great. They went by the name of Legacy. They were "Kingdom-reconstruction" people, didn't agree on theology but they were great singers. One child in the group went on to be the number one fiddle player in Tx and then on to be a back up artist in Nashville. Last name was Bula.
Oh well...just some memories.
Thanks -----Bart

 

A solid Gospel message, and "Some Golden Daybreak".

 

Going Home and Zion's Hill.
My Grandfather was singing this the day He died and went to heaven. He was 100 YO.
Going Home;
My heav’nly home is bright and fair,
Nor pain nor death can enter there;
Its glitt’ring towers the sun outshine,
That heav’nly mansion shall be mine.

Refrain

I’m going home, I’m going home,
I’m going home to die no more,
To die no more, to die no more,
I’m going home to die no more.

My Father’s home is built on high,
Far, far above the starry sky;
When from this earthly prison free,
That heav’nly mansion mine shall be.

Refrain

Let others seek a home below,
Which flames devour, or waves o’erflow;
Be mine a happier lot to own
A heav’nly mansion near the throne.

Refrain


I also love Zion's Hill.
"Some day beyond the reach of mortal ken,
Some day, God only knows just where or when,
The wheels of mortal life shall all stand still,
AND I SHALL GO TO DWELL ON ZION'S HILL!!!"

In HIS service;
Jim

What a drag!!! CyberHymnal does NOT have Zion's Hill.

[ March 14, 2005, 12:53 PM: Message edited by: av1611jim ]

 

It's funny you should say that. I'd forgotten until you said that, that I had always said that I wanted "Shouting on the Hills of Glory" played at my memorial. </font>[/QUOTE]If Ralph Stanley wanted to perform any of his songs at my funeral, that'd be fine with me.

Something happens to me when I hear Ralph Stanley sing about Jesus, that doesn't happen when I hear Amy Grant. Know what I mean ?

 

I would want the song Heart of Worship, done by SonicFlood because I absolutly love that song

 

Your choice of "Because He Lives" brings back memories of an Easter service I attended in 2003.Everything about it touched my heart. Here's the story: Early in 2003 my TN ANG unit (The 118th Airlift Wing) "wasn't!! deployed to Saudi Arabia to support Operation Iraqi Freedom. We weren't sent to Prince Faisal Royal Saudi AFB in the NW part of this Islamic nation just outside Tabuk. If any of you folks served in the military, you know how "Honest"(??) those Incoming Briefings can at times be. Our Nashville-based unit was no exception. "You guys are from Nashville TN, right?!!? "Yes Sir! Do I ever have an announcement for you!! Now, Nashville is sometimes referred to as being "Buckle of the Bible Belt," right. We nodded our heads in agreement. Well, Tabuk is the "Buckle of the KORAN Belt!! H'mmm!! The AFB to which we weren't assigned lay only some 500 feet from our mantainence hanger stood. This TN ANG unit shared this hangar with the 130th AW from Charleston WV, not very far from where that WV soldier Jessica Lynch lived. Sunday is a normal business day for Saudi Muslims and we could see traffic headed into Tabuk on a main highway (A Saudi Interstate, or something resembling that.) Due to scheduling of both our own C-130H's + some F-15's that "weren't" Our outdoor service had to be held outside the cammo Chaplains' tent. Some folks had brought lawn chairs, but most of us settled for some scattered here & there. One note about that region was that the ground on which we stood was dusty rather than sandy & 2-3 windstorms per day was its usual routine. There were some 5-6 ANG units from all over the US, but thankfully the lead Chaplain cut right to the chase. His first observation/announcement was to direct our attention to that road going into Tabuk. "See all those cars and trucks going into Tabuk? Guess what...they're probably NOT going to SS and/or a Special Easter Service (One comment: If one looks at the flag of SA, you'll notice a set of words in Arabic. Although my best penmanship skills are quite similar to Arabic, the language is "All Greek to me!" A day or so after I didn't arrive there, I asked some Middle Eastern civilain what those words meant. His quick answer: "There is no God but Allah, & Mohammed is His Prophet!" For a second or two I thought about writing to TN's US Senators and asking them to head a citizens' movement to put John3:16 on our Stars & Stripes, but I had no writing paper at the time. His message empahtsized the need for us to identify with the One for Whom we're recognizing on Easter....all the while the sounds for faithful Muslims could be considered our background rap music. Now at the end of some SONrise services the congregation is asked to rise & face in an eastward direction. As the concluding song is sung. We didn't face eastward however. Only 200 miles or so is the site of Jerusalem. We faced westward, and our band of ANG people sang, "Because He Lives, we CAN face tomorrow!!" Selah.

 

I hope they sing this hymn that I first heard way back in 1969....but seldom since then: "Beneath the Cross of Jesus": "Beneath the Cross of Jesus I fain would take my stand. The shadow of a Mighty Rock within a weary land ... a Home within the wilderness, a Rest upon the way.... from the burning of the noontime's heat, and the burdens of the day. ...Upon the Cross of Jesus, mine eyes at times can see....The very dying form of One who suffered there for me.... And from that cross, my smitten heart, with tears, two wonders I confess: The wonders of His matchless love...and my unworthiness .... I take, O cross of Jesus, for my abiding place....I seek no other comfort than the comfort of His face. ... Content to let the world go by,... to know no gain or loss....my sinful self, mine only shame,..my glory all the cross."

 

U R right Sgt Salty! Let's live our lives pointing to our Savior & what HE's done for us. "It IS Finished," said he...but we who are still alive need to share those words to others. And, as the saying goes, "Witness at all times to all with whom you know.....and, if necessary,.....use words."

 

I don't know for myself. I wonder if Charlie Pride's was KISS AN ANGEL GOOD MORNING?

 

"Holy, Holy, Holy", "His Robes for Mine" and "Be Still My Soul" (this last for family/friends), and with a strong Gospel message as a memorial service is often when people think about eternity.

 

All My Tears
(written by Julie Miller)

When I die, don't cry for me
In my fathers arms I'll be
Once this wounds left on my soul
Will all be healed and I'll be whole
Sun and moon will be replaced
With the light of Jesus face
And I will not be ashamed
For my saviour knows my name

It don't matter, where you bury me
I'll be home and I'll be free
It don't matter, where i lay
All my tears be washed away

Gold and silver blind the eye
Temporary riches lie
Come and eat from heavens store
Come and drink and thirst no more
So weep not for me, my friend
When my time below those end
For my life belongs to him
Who will raise the dead again

It don't matter, where you bury me
I’ll be home and I'll be free
It don't matter, where I lay
All my tears be washed away



Great Is Thy Faithfulness
(Written by Thomas Chisholm and William Runyon)

Great is thy faithfulness, O God my Father,
there is no shadow of turning with thee;
thou changest not, thy compassions they fail not;
as thou has been thou forever wilt be.

Refrain: Great is thy faithfulness!
Great is thy faithfulness!
Morning by morning new mercies I see;
all I have needed thy hand hath provided--
great is thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!

Summer and winter, and springtime and harvest,
sun, moon and stars in their courses above
join with all nature in manifold witness
to thy great faithfulness, mercy and love.
Refrain

Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth,
thy own dear presence to cheer and to guide;
strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,
blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!
Refrain

 

The Sands of Time are Sinking

The sands of time are sinking,
The dawn of Heaven breaks;
The summer morn I’ve sighed for,
The fair, sweet morn awakes;
Dark, dark hath been the midnight,
But dayspring is at hand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.

The King there in His beauty,
Without a veil is seen;
It were a well spent journey,
Though sev’n deaths lay between;
The Lamb with His fair army
Doth on Mount Zion stand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.

O Christ, He is the fountain,
The deep, deep well of love;
The streams on earth I’ve tasted,
More deep I’ll drink above;
There to an ocean fullness
His mercy doth expand,
And glory, glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.

With mercy and with judgment
My web of time He wove;
And always dews of sorrow
Were lustered with His love;
I’ll bless the hand that guided,
I’ll bless the heart that planned,
When throned where glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.

Oh! I am my Beloved’s
And my Beloved’s mine!
He brings a poor, vile sinner
Into His “house of wine;”
I stand upon His merit,
I know no other stand,
Not e’en where glory dwelleth
In Immanuel’s land.

The bride eyes not her garments,
But her dear Bridegroom’s face;
I will not gaze at glory
But on my King of grace;
Not at the crown He giveth,
But on His pierced hand;
The Lamb is all the glory
Of Immanuel’s land.

I've wrestled on towards heaven,
'Gainst storm and wind and tide;
Now like a weary traveller
That leans upon his guide,
Amid the shades of evening,
While sinks life's lingering sand,
I hail the morning breaking
In Immanuel's land.

Anne Ross Cousin, 1824-1906

 

Before the Throne of God Above

Before the throne of God above
I have a strong and perfect plea,
A great High Priest whose name is Love,
Who ever lives and pleads for me.
My name is graven on his hands,
My name is written on his heart;
I know that while in heav'n he stands
No tongue can bid me thence depart,
No tongue can bid me thence depart.

When Satan tempts me to despair
And tells me of the guilt within,
Upward I look and see him there
Who made an end of all my sin.
Because the sinless Savior died,
My sinful soul is counted free;
For God the Just is satisfied
To look on him and pardon me,
To look on him and pardon me.

Behold him there! The risen Lamb,
My perfect, spotless righteousness;
The great unchangeable "I AM,"
The King of glory and of grace!
One with himself I cannot die,
My soul is purchased by his blood;
My life is hid with Christ on high,
With Christ, my Savior and my God,
With Christ, my Savior and my God.

Charitie Lees Bancroft, 1841-1923