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I know that somehow life must still go on,
But I cannot get by this empty place. The vacant chair, the precious smile that is not there I long in vain once more to see that face. Oh, if I could just hear that voice once more! Bleak silence responds; the sweet voice is still. Now as I cry, I cannot help but wonder why. How can this heartache fit my Father's will? I don't see how I can get through this time. Can there be strength to survive such a loss? I cannot face this path without my Savior's grace To bear the weight of grief's most heavy cross. Yet, by my Master's strength I will go on; With Him, I will tread this path of sorrow. I can walk without fear, for my Jesus is near To comfort me with hope for tomorrow. |
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by: Diane F. Thompson (September 16, 2001) |
