my companion of over 4 years, 88 years of age, now being transferred to a Rest home |
FOR A DEAR FRIEND My soul cries for you, Recalling all things new- --When I first saw your face And you smiled, through and through. With a heavy heart, I note today the text someone wrote today "Join the dance", said in the rain but I'm cold, frank and plain. ' Bleakest days are harbored here, Yet, I feel God's presence near And I cannot cry or fear For He remains. Jesus is my Harbor Light Leads us back o'er the deep His hand instrumental In the promises we keep He can grant our greatest miracles Weave His peace, make us complete Bearing us onward 'Til His face we finally meet. And you? You took my hand While we lingered In a land too Soon to change, sharing Life's long, joyful hours. A trickling of seconds Suddenly our mortal thoughts Found us tested While that brought Your Garden's flowers: While the seeds and tender shoots came up through the soil and put down roots God's sun shone bright and His rain Soaked them for hours. Go rest in peace and beauty Trust in newness, Love Him truly I'm so grateful For the love you have given. And your heart, words and deeds Have braved the common weeds Like the Savior, Holy, His loved, and --His Forgiven. |