When You Miss Me
Remember when you miss me, I’ll be there.
Just walk the special places, we had much.
Our ground was rich and fertile, never bare
while planted with His love, our prayers and such.
As mem’ries echo good times, revelry...
My hand in yours, we stood within our dream.
Though now, my face is missing family,
you know I’m still beside you, on your team.
I’ll listen for your voice, so never fear
to speak your heart. I’ll hear, you talk it through.
Let sadness leave your life, don’t keep it near.
...and let our loving Jesus comfort you.
So know I’m always with you ‘til the day
you fly on angel wings...join us to stay.
Janet Vick
Copyright © Janet Vick | Year Posted 2012
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