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Until You Meet Again With Me (with love to Barbara) By Franklin Price 02/23/2022 On the evening when God took you, while we held you by the hand, Your life on earth was over, was hard for me to understand. Our daughter Dani was there with me, as you breathed you last goodbye Sorrow, for us, filled the room. I wondered why it was not I. The chaplain from the Hospice came and prayed before you passed She left us in God's presence just before you breathed your last Dani and I, the only ones, who were with you as you went. God took you up to heaven, for your days on earth were spent The Catholic priest came out to bless you, in our home, the night you died. He came because I asked him. You were still Catholic deep inside. Had not been to church for many years, you were gone, could not repent The Lord blessed us, on that evening, through the man of God he sent. You passed away on Tuesday. Dani stayed 'til Sunday morn. Your love is always with me. You help me when I feel forlorn He took the pain away from you. Took you to His place of rest, And left me here to carry on, God knows what is the best. Another Sabbath day went by and I stayed at home alone I thought of going out to church. My beating heart not turned to stone. Friends and family are in touch. They know I'm grieving still. I know I'm not deserted, for desertion's not God's will. The third Sunday morning after, remembering you, for who you were I went out to the Catholic Church, tried hard not to cause a stir After all, I am a Baptist, and though you taught me quite a lot You were the Catholic, in our marriage, and my memory's not so hot. I made it through the service, and as the priest came up the aisle, I stopped him there, between the pews, and thanked with a smile. I said that God and he had blessed us, on the night that you had died In his vestments, there he hugged me, and he held me as I cried. I felt that Christ was there, with me, on that day there in the church And if only, I believed, He'd never leave me in a lurch. I know you're now in heaven, and you're looking down to see I'll do my best to follow Jesus, until you meet again with me. I have been to other churches, every Sunday, since that day I have been blessed in every one. For now, that's all I have to say.

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Until You Meet Again With Me

Until You Meet Again With Me (with love to Barbara) By Franklin Price 02/23/2022 On the evening when God took you, while we held you by the hand, Your life on earth was over, was hard for me to understand. Our daughter Dani was there with me, as you breathed you last goodbye Sorrow, for us, filled the room. I wondered why it was not I. The chaplain from the Hospice came and prayed before you passed She left us in God's presence just before you breathed your last Dani and I, the only ones, who were with you as you went. God took you up to heaven, for your days on earth were spent The Catholic priest came out to bless you, in our home, the night you died. He came because I asked him. You were still Catholic deep inside. Had not been to church for many years, you were gone, could not repent The Lord blessed us, on that evening, through the man of God he sent. You passed away on Tuesday. Dani stayed 'til Sunday morn. Your love is always with me. You help me when I feel forlorn He took the pain away from you. Took you to His place of rest, And left me here to carry on, God knows what is the best. Another Sabbath day went by and I stayed at home alone I thought of going out to church. My beating heart not turned to stone. Friends and family are in touch. They know I'm grieving still. I know I'm not deserted, for desertion's not God's will. The third Sunday morning after, remembering you, for who you were I went out to the Catholic Church, tried hard not to cause a stir After all, I am a Baptist, and though you taught me quite a lot You were the Catholic, in our marriage, and my memory's not so hot. I made it through the service, and as the priest came up the aisle, I stopped him there, between the pews, and thanked with a smile. I said that God and he had blessed us, on the night that you had died In his vestments, there he hugged me, and he held me as I cried. I felt that Christ was there, with me, on that day there in the church And if only, I believed, He'd never leave me in a lurch. I know you're now in heaven, and you're looking down to see I'll do my best to follow Jesus, until you meet again with me. I have been to other churches, every Sunday, since that day I have been blessed in every one. For now, that's all I have to say.