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Thursday, September 30, 2010

I Sure Miss You


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


Wednesday, September 29, 2010

As I grow older . . .




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.



Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Easy to Go Home



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



Monday, September 6, 2010

We are here to speak your names



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