This song/chorus was sung at my dad’s funeral in 1995

I preached. I ws not a vicar then, I was near the end of my first PhD examining a variety of things. George Ellis was a good man, who I miss even to this day.

One story about him. It was in 1992. I went home (Sheffield) with a broken heart. Must have been a woman 🙂

I could not talk about it, so ran to the local park. My dad followed. We sat in silence on the grass in the pouring rain looking at the Tinsley viaduct.

My God is the type of deity who sits with us in the rain.

Thought I would share this today.