I Miss You
How I wish you were here standing right next to His Side
How the Lord Holds you Dear despite an insufferable pride
But to feel just a single touch from all of His Glory above
For you could never know as such, the Lord's Great Love
You are certainly missed in the returning of His Invitation
Walking right there in His Midst and still there's no elation
The more one is to encourage, it'll take the opposite affect
But what will truly discourage is just flat out basic neglect
It is not us, but YOU, you're the one who made the choice
For we know what is true and in so being we thus rejoice
But you, you choose this fate even now your mind weighs
Thinking it's some kind of debate, oh the tricks satan plays
So being all that grief, when you too could have been here
A weeping and gnashing of teeth when it all becomes clear
How I wish you were here standing right next to His Side
How the Lord Holds you Dear despite an insufferable pride
Proverbs 11:2
When pride cometh, then cometh shame:
but with the lowly is wisdom.
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