Benediction (The Last Word)


The song’s genesis began with some phrases scratched on the back of a church bulletin. The phrase that stuck was “from the postlude to the prelude.” (That’s also the title of a book about church music administration by Randall Bradley.) From there I started to flesh out the kinds of things that could, indeed should, be understood as part of a worshipful life. Some of these seem clear: a playground feels like part of God’s world. But what about a prison?

words and music by Greg Scheer
copyright August 2016
CCLI #7185520
OneLicense #208949

1a. From the postlude to the prelude,
glow of moon to hope of dawn.
May our days sing benediction,
every minute pulse God’s love.

1b. From the garden to the city,
from the studio to the stove,
from the playground to the prison:
every inch of earth resounds.

In everything our God will have
the last word,
echoing through the centuries:
Even death will yield
to resurrection,
and the curse will kneel
to blessing.

2. From the midnight rain on concrete
to the meadow jeweled in dew,
comes the smell of resurrection,
and the hope of all made new.

3. From the prayer room to the protest,
from the swing to seat of power,
from the birth chair to the deathbed,
O may all our labors bow.

This will end well.
This will all end well.
All will be well.
This will end well.
This will all end well.
God will have the last word.