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![]() * The Death Of A Loved One
![]() When you've lost someone very rare. But at some stage in our lives, Most of us will face this strive. When someone close is called home, Not to see them again or talk on the phone. This can make it hard to endure, And can make us so unsure. Of why the Lord made us so sad, Sometime this can make us mad. But, the Lord knows how we feel, And in His time, He will heal. The pain so heavy in our heart, Of the loved one we had to part. And when it's our time to go home, We can be sure we won't be alone. We'll have company on our way, When we reach that final day. And we will fly with the wings of a dove, Into the arms of the ones we love. By Sally Condon.© 2004 ![]() |
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