Remembering Travis in this beautiful place 

This is a Traditional Hymn that was sung at Travis's Memorial Celebration.

Here in the Vineyard

Here in the Vineyard of our Lord
I hope to live and labor,
And be obedient to my God
Until my dying hour.
I love to see the lilies grow,
And view them all a-standing
In their right place while here below,
Just as the Lord commanded. 

We ofttimes meet both night and day,
A faithful band of pilgrims;
We read, we sing and preach and pray,
And find the Lord most precious.
But as we sing our song of love
Our hearts are deeply wounded,
Perhaps we all may meet no more
Here in a congregation. 

But if on earth we meet no more,
We hope to meet in heaven,
Where congregations ne're break up,
But dwell in sweet communion.
Where all the ransomed church of God
Shall meet no more to sever,
With ne'er a sorrow, pain or tear,
Singing one sweet chord forever.

This song by Peter Mayer was played at Travis's Memorial Celebration.
 
Holy Now

When I was a boy, each week
On Sunday we would go to church
And pay attention to the priest
And he would read the holy word
And consecrate the holy bread
Any everyone would kneel and bow
Today the only difference is
Everything is holy now
Everything, everything
Everything is holy now

When I was in Sunday school
We would learn about the time
Moses split the sea in two 
And Jesus made the water wine
And I remember feeling sad
That miracles don't happen still
But now I can't keep track
'Cause everything's a miracle
Everything, everything
Everything's a miracle

Wine from water is not so small
But an even better magic trick
Is that anything is here at all
So the challenging thing becomes
Not to look for miracles
But finding where there isn't one

When holy water was rare at best
I barely wet my fingertips
Now I have to hold my breath
Like I'm swimming in a sea of it
It used to be a world half there
Heaven's second-rate hand-me-down
But I walk it with a reverent air
'Cause everything is holy now

Read a questioning child's face
And say it's not a testament
That'd be very hard to say
See another new morning come
And say it's not a sacrament
I tell you that it can't be done

This morning outside I stood
I saw a little red-winged bird
Shining like a burning bush
Singing like a scripture verse
It made me want to bow my head
I remember when church let out
How things have changed since then
Everything is holy now
It used to be a world half there
Heaven's second-rate hand-me-down
But I walk it with a reverent air
'Cause everything is holy now