Grief

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THE VOICE

I HEARD A VOICE, UPON THE WIND,
BUT A FACE I DID NOT SEE.
IT DRIFTED DOWN FROM THE STARLIT SKY,
AND THROUGH THE OLD OAK TREE.

IT TOLD OF A LAND BEYOND THE SKY,
UPON A GOLDEN SHORE.
WHERE WHEN WE LEAVE THIS COLD, DARK WORLD,
WE'LL LIVE FOREVER MORE.

IN THIS LAND THERE IS NO DARKNESS,
UP HERE THERE'S ONLY LIGHT,
WE NEED NO SUN FOR DAY'S,
WE NEED NO STAR'S AT NIGHT.

JESUS PREPARED A HOME FOR US,
I WISH THAT YOU COULD SEE,
IF YOU WOULD SEE THE BEAUTY HERE,
YOU'D SHED NO TEAR'S FOR ME.

THERE IS GREAT JOY AND GREAT LOVE,
IN OUR HOME BEYOND THE SKY.
WHERE WE SHALL LIVE WITH THE FATHER AND SON,
AND OUR SOUL SHALL NEVER DIE.

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