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I'm jealous of my yesterdays 

                               Those faces shining bright

                             Who used to grace our presence

                              Family parties sheer delight

                                  I cannot live in memory

                             Though there I long to dwell

                              Where celebrations laughter

                             Cheered us with "All is well!"

                         Grandmas, grandpas, parents too

                          Sisters, brothers, we miss you!!!

                         Aunts, and Uncles, Cousins sweet

                      And friends that we would often greet

                        I know we'll meet past this earth's haze

                            In a new dawn of sunny days

                         But how I long for each your face

                          To dwell with us in earthly place

                                 Selfishly, passionately

                           My heart longs, deeply pained 

                           Forgive my impish selfishness, 

                                 I'll see you all again         

                            But there is this last errand     

                             That's haunting me tonight

                        I must take down that Christmas tree

                         Valentine's Day draws near sight

                           But I still had my sister dear 

                     when it was last strung up with cheer

                  She's gone beyond, healed now, and well

                       With family there, who so long dwell

                           But Never have I felt such gloom

                    To take down Christmas from this room

                        For somehow that will make it real

                             How I face this sore ordeal 

                               I'm the selfish baby sis

                       Who longs for her, and those we miss

                     But though I dread earth's sad tomorrow

                           I gain joy, because life's sorrow

                          Will all be one day washed away

                              On the Holy Resurrection Day





                       

 8) He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord God will wipe away tears from off all faces; and the rebuke of his people shall he take away from off all the earth: for the Lord hath spoken it.

9) And it shall be said in that day, Lo, this is our God; we have waited for him, and he will save us: this is the Lord; we have waited for him, we will be glad and rejoice in his salvation.         ~ Isaiah 25:8-9     KJV
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