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There are words that stir up memories And scenes that touch my heart. Sometimes, a certain melody can Cause the tears to start. And, I wonder at what mem'ry stores Within the heart and mind; Locked away, protected, where It can't be touched by time. It's been awhile. But, since you've gone, I feel you're, still, around. I've coaxed the grass (at last) to grow Upon your sacred ground. But, I still wait to hear you say I did a job up right And feel Mom's ache, as if my own, For your tender word at night. I know that, as a child, you lacked The father-love I had, That you were left abandoned by The one you had called "Dad". Maybe that made you more determined To be there for us all And we walked the straight and narrow 'Cause our Daddy stood so tall. I know that God, the Father, has Embraced you to His heart. I know that all the pain you bore He has taken far apart. I know He's said, "Well done!" to you; Looked right into your eyes And blessed you well with Heaven's best (Perhaps, to your surprise). You have become our treasure, There, on Heaven's shore And, when we come, we know you'll be Waiting at the door. But ... Still, the quiet yearning Is ever there to see. Each deed I do, I wonder yet, Is Daddy proud of me? |
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