Jack Hayford was a preacher. Just to hear him speak you’d think you were standing in the presence of a king. And when Jack would lead the hymns he wrote we’d stand with upraised hands and worship Christ the Savior as we’d sing.
Jack Hayford was an author. Truths he’d gleaned within The Book were planted first then watered on each page. Jack helped us see our kinship as the family of God regardless of our gender or our age.
Jack Hayford was the leader of the Foursquare Church at-large. To the church of Aimee Semple he brought cred. Jack helped show that Pentecostals weren’t just feelings focused folk. He was thoughtful in the things he wrote and read.
And Jack Hayford gave us Majesty. I love that worship song. In his lyrics he sees Christ upon the throne. As His subjects we give honor as we pay Him homage due for the glories of His grace He has made known.
With half the world we watched, O God, as one so dearly loved was carried on the shoulders of our grief.
In silence and in song, we heard You speak, Lord. Through the words of Your Book, we were reminded of the pages of our lives still being written.
Ironically, we recognize that a world divided by race, religion, injustices and war was united in this sacred moment by a common task: to remember Her Grace, with somber gratitude, as we contemplate Yours.
We acknowledge our alienation from one another and from You. We confess our need of a Savior. We embrace the gifts of His presence and forgiveness.
For Elizabeth, we voice our praise. With knowledge of Your sovereign reign, we quiet our pride. With a desire for Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven, we pray. Amen!
Your Majesty, you claimed your crown the year that I was born. You grieved your father’s death atop the throne. And now it is my time to grieve for one so loved as you. Your reign has been the longest Britain’s known.
You showed courageous dignity. You modeled poise and grace. You lived your faith with reverence, quietly. Your Highness, when life bent you down and you were feeling low, you found the strength to stand tall capably.
Elizabeth, you’ve left your mark on more than England’s soil. Your legacy around the globe will shine. And as the world bids you goodbye with tributes well-deserved, we sing “God Save the Queen” one final time.