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Locally Owned and Family Owned Funeral Directors

With Love We Remember

Paul Trevor Smith

21.12.1966 - 6.12.2013

TRIBUTESIf you would like to send the family a message, share

a story, or pay tribute to Paul, please do so in the online tribute book at www.tributes.co.nz

AN INVITATIONTracey and Abby and family thank you for your

care and support today. Following the service you are warmly invited to join them in the adjacent

Reception Lounge for refreshments before the burial at Dunedin Cemetery, Emerson Street, Concord.

FALLING SLOWLYGlen Hansard & Marketa Irglova

I don't know youBut I want you

All the more for thatWords fall through me

And always fool meAnd I can't react

And games that never amountTo more than they're meant

Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it homeWe've still got time

Raise your hopeful voice you have a choiceYou'll make it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know meAnd I can't go back

Moods that take me and erase meAnd I'm painted black

You have suffered enoughAnd warred with yourself

It's time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it homeWe've still got time

Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice

You've made it nowFalling slowly sing your melody

I'll sing it loud

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GHOPE AND SONS CHAPEL • DUNEDIN

12 DECEMBER 2013 BURIAL AT DUNEDIN CEMETERY

Celebrant Tricia Warwick - Naziris

LET IT BE

When I find myself in times of troubleMother Mary comes to me

Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.And in my hour of darkness

She is standing right in front of meSpeaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it beWhisper words of wisdom, let it be.

And when the broken hearted people Living in the world agree,

There will be an answer, let it be.For though they may be parted there is

Still a chance that they will seeThere will be an answer, let it be.

And when the night is cloudy,There is still a light that shines on me,

Shine on until tomorrow, let it be.I wake up to the sound of music

Mother Mary comes to meSpeaking words of wisdom, let it be.

THERE COMES A TIMEThere comes a time to every mortal being,

Whate’er his station or his lot in life,When his sad soul yearns for the final freeing

From all this jarring and unlovely strife.

There comes a time when, having lost its savor,

The salt of wealth is worthless; when the mindGrows weary with the world’s capricious favor,And sighs for some thing that it does not find.

There comes a time when, though kind friends are thronging

About our pathway with sweet acts of grace,We feel a vast overwhelming longing,

For something that we cannot name or place.

There comes a time when, with Earth’s best love by us

To feed the heart’s great hunger and desire,We find not even this can satisfy us;

The soul within us cries for something higher.

What greater proof need we that men inheritA life immortal in another sphere?

It is the homesick longing of the spiritThat cannot find its satisfaction here.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

WELCOME | PAUL’S LIFESTORY & TRIBUTES | GENERAL SHARING TIME OF REFLECTION | READING | PRAYER | LET IT BE | WORDS OF FAREWELL

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