The memories of loved ones lost
Whisper to me tonight.
A little bit of sorrow tinged
With moments of delight.
What is it about winter’s cold
That calls to my old heart
And sets the memories to flow
And the soft tears to start.
I miss them all, with all my heart,
Though they seem always near.
I cannot see them, hear their voice,
But I can hold them dear.
Oh Lord, I lift them up to You,
Please hold them close for me.
They are so precious to me still,
Each treasured memory.
John 16:16
“A little while, and you will see me no longer; and again
a little while, and you will see me.”
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