Photo by Roy Lukes–——————-
Missing you makes me want to fly away
To become the mute dove of distant places
To escape the loss or would it follow
Hidden within my breast from whence I cannot flee?
Alas, the missing of you has become my marrow
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All day long it puts pain in my words
I know that haunting cry
She calls for her missing that cannot hear
The missing cannot answer
But there is One who can
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He takes account of my wanderings
He gathers each tear in His celestial flask
He is for me
Is it enough?
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You have delivered my soul from death to walk before You in the light of the living
Could You not have taken me too?
Gather me under Your wing until we are where I will see him again
Swallow me up in the wholeness of You
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