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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) |
