Humble Prayer For the Sweetheart of the Soup
How can I smile
when my friend is ill
What kind of friend would I be
if I do not miss her
But miss her I do,
Yesterday,I opened the card
She've sent me
I read it,over and over again
Her words full of love
laughter and joy
Yesterday
Yesterday is far away now
Today,only a memory of her dulcet voice
I wonder if those are the last words
I ever got to read
Or maybe,maybe I wake up tomorrow
to realize her illness was only a nightmare I had
a broken thought in a lost desert
a terrible dream.
Here I am,on my knees I kneel
My faith is weak
Her faith the strongest,I ever seen
With her faith I turn to God
My only God
Cause who can console me
and who will console you?
Who would know better
and who can do best?
My God!!Your God!! Her God!!
That same God
We call 'Our Father in Heaven'
The God who knew her name
before she was ever born
The God who engraved her name
on his own palm
The God who knows each joy
and every heartache
I come to you dear God
I come to you with gratitude
for blessing us with our special Lindamarie
I come to you in prayer, I beg you
Please,lend her to us,for a little bit more
before you take her to the blissed garden of eternity
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