They'Re Here
They're not dead, they've just passed on
Yes you grieve because they're gone.
They're watching your from the other side
But you can't cross that great divide.
Their souls are living free of pain
One day you'll see them all again.
Until then your grief is real--
I pray to God that you can heal.
I pray right now you feel relief
I don't deny your private grief.
They're far away and yet they're near
Along with God they're with you here.
D H Loewen
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