Alone yet never quite alone I face an empty chair, But sometimes in the silence I imagine you are there. The good companion of the past No longer here with me, And yet in some mysterious way You keep me company. Thought or spirit? Does it matter? Words are meaningless I only know that in my times of greatest loneliness I felt that you are somewhere near Though nothings seen or said, The bitter moment passes and my heart is comforted. I receive the strength I need Am rescued from despair, Maybe thats the way God works The answer to a prayer.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Mar 2014 05:23:02 +0000
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