A chanter cracked from overuse Cheeks salt stained from shed tears Shed for those who lost their lives Lost well before their years
The piper played for seventeen Who never saw their best Amazing Grace hung in the air While our hearts beat in our chests
The massacre at Dunblane School took seventeen that day One teacher and lo, sixteen more Beneath a sky all streaked with grey
The Pipers lips were dry and cracked And the salt burned as he cried but, he played the best he ever played For the seventeen who died
The world was once their oyster But, it never saw them grow If you listen, you can hear him That lonely piper blow
"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost but now am found, Was blind, but now I see. T'was Grace that taught my heart to fear. And Grace, my fears relieved. How precious did that Grace appear The hour I first believed. Through many dangers, toils and snares I have already come; 'Tis Grace that brought me safe thus far and Grace will lead me home. The Lord has promised good to me. His word my hope secures. He will my shield and portion be, As long as life endures. Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail, And mortal life shall cease, I shall possess within the veil, A life of joy and peace."
When we've been here ten thousand years Bright shining as the sun. We've no less days to sing God's praise Than when we've first begun.
In memory of the teacher and sixteen students who were tragically killed in Dunblane, Scotland on March 13. 1996. Thanks to John Newton (1725 -1807), the author of "Amazing Grace", used here in it's entirety.