The
memories come crowding in.
They
whisper to my heart,
Reminding
me of those I love,
Though
we are now apart.
I’d
cry if I thought it would help
To
bring them back to me,
But
tears won’t help to fill the space
Where
their love used to be.
So
I will fill that empty place
With
each sweet memory
That
whispers of those loving hearts
And
all they mean to me.
John
16:20
Truly,
truly, I say to you, you will weep and lament, but the world will rejoice. You
will be sorrowful, but your sorrow will turn into joy.
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