If life could only bring again,
the days I took for granted when
To hear your voice was just a call away
Oh what I'd give for just some time,
to say the things that slipped my mind
There's so much now I'd really like to say
But I can never go back when
we did the things we did back then
I'll store those precious memories in my mind
I'll take what you've instilled in me;
I'll try to be all I can be
And walk the path that you have left behind.
I sure miss you;
life will never be the same with you not here
Each passing day has brought much pain
But with God's grace my strength remains
I sure miss you,
but Heaven's sweeter with you there.
The little things that seemed so small
are now gold in a memory vault
I cherish every one I have of you
Now I can see and recognize
the part you played to shape my life
I often see you in the things I do
In God's design and master plan
He saw the hurting hearts of man
As we would say goodbye to those so dear
So with our family and friends
we'll be together once again
We'll view all Heaven's splendor hand in hand.
I sure miss you;
life will never be the same with you not here
Each passing day has brought much pain
But with God's grace my strength remains
I sure miss you,
but Heaven's sweeter with you there.
Words and Music
by
Gerald Crabb
Quoting H.I. Brackett . . . I have observed that old people live much in the past. As I grow older I find myself turning oftener to the days in the old home. I hear the patter and the prattle of childish feet and voice; light step of youth and maid; sober footfall and serious word of man and matron; the slowing step and failing voice of age. All, all are gone! I alone am left of . . .
The dear home faces whereupon
The fitful firelight paled and shown.
Hence forward, listen as I will
The voices of that hearth are still.
How strange it seems with so much gone
Of life and love to still live on.
Mrs. Silence J. Soule.
The other day I passed a place
you always liked to go,
And I picked up the phone because
I thought you'd want to know;
But I forgot that you weren't there,
Oh, I miss you so these days,
But I'm reminded of your smile
and the funny things you'd say.
You left a grieving family,
and friends who love you, too,
Though I have felt you many times,
And know you saw me through;
I always long to feel your arms
and look into your eyes,
And talk forever me and you
somewhere in Paradise.
Knowing we can spend a lifetime
reminiscing on the past,
Knowing I will see your face again
where tender moments last;
It makes me want to be there
knowing I won't be alone,
Knowing you'll be there
makes it easy to go Home.
Performed
by
Guy Penrod
We are here to speak your names
because of the way you made for us.
Because of the prayers you prayed for us.
We are the ones you conjured up,
hoping we would have strength enough,
and discipline enough,
and talent enough,
and nerve enough
to step into the light
when it turned in our direction,
and just smile awhile.
Pearl Cleage
