The True Foundation

(A little song I wrote on the passing of Mr Lee Kuan Yew, to the tune of In the Bleak Midwinter)

In the midst of mourning,
When our founders died,
The spirits of the peoples,
Sank into the light.
Tears from the heavens, mixed with grief below.
The angels joined the sorrow,
Glistening eyes they glow.

Can we know how blest we were,
To have from God received?
Such men of virtue and of nerve,
This land to have conceived.
Fought they the battles, to ground this land secure,
Against the chaos without,
Stood they firm and sure.

Return they to Him who gave,
Life from the start,
Adieu give your final wave,
Your earthly founders part.
Seek for grace renewed, from Him from whence it came,
Remember that it is God,
Who keepeth all our hearts.

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