Blessed are the children of God
Who now walk with our Lord,
Blessed are those who mourn on Earth,
Like lost sheep , all forlorn,
Blessed are those that comfort them,
In their heart wrenching grief and pain,
Blessed are the souls that time will heal,
And blessed be to the memories that remain.
Blessed be to every one,
Who praises him on high,
For are we not all equal,
In his almighty eye.
Rongo Raniera Maihi
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