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Humble prayer for the Sweetheart of the soup
How can I smile
when my friend is ill
How can I not die inside me?
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 life
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
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 your name
The God who knew my name
That God who knew her name
before We were even born
The God who engraved Our name
on his own palm
The God who knew
each happiness,every pain
The God who gave us life.
My dear God
I come to you in prayer
I thankyou for blessing us
with our special Linda Marie
and kindly ask You
If its your will
to lend her to us
a little bit more
Amen
a little bit more.. Amen.
before even born
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