I open my eyes and take a deep breath
There’s a dull, painful ache deep in my chest

I climb out of bed & into the shower
Before I know it, I’ve been there an hour

I look in the mirror as I brush at my hair
Surprised by the eyes that return my stare

Something’s missing from the woman I saw
A tear hangs on her lash; a quiver shakes her jaw

What saddens this woman who looks back at me
Only great sorrow could cause the pain I see

I reach out to touch her face on the glass
Then recoil suddenly with a frightened gasp

“Oh no! That’s me!” In dismay I cried
It’s been a month since my daughter died

The pain I see makes sense to me now
And I must learn to live again somehow

Live without her smiling face
Live without her charm and grace
Live with out her eternal smile
Live without my first-born child

My hand goes limp; the brush hits the floor
The strength in my legs will hold me no more

I fall to the floor in a grief stricken heap
Sobs shaking my body as I lie there and weep

“Hush, My child,” I hear the voice of my Lord
“Rest easy, let Me comfort you,” I relax with His words

I grope for His strength, “Tell me more,” I plead
“Listen, My child, I’ll give what you need”

Learn from the comfort that I give to you
So that you may comfort others, too¹

Don’t worry about things but with thanks ask of Me
To keep your heart and mind, My peace I give to thee²

I wish everything could be as it should
But if you love Me, it will work out for good³

Remember saintly deaths are precious in My sight¹¹
They’ve finished their course and fought a good fight²²

I long to see you finish your race
I want to give you your Heavenly place³³

So you must run with patience the course I’ve laid¹¹¹
And have faith that we’ll be reunited someday²²²

(scripture verses paraphrased)

¹1 Corinthians 1:4
²Philippians 4:6,7
³Romans 8:28
¹¹Psalm 116:15
²²2 Timothy 4:7
³³John 14:2, 3
¹¹¹Hebrews 12:1b
²²²2 Corinthians 5:8

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Written by Jim Hill; Bill Speer Music, 1955
You are listening to an arrangement recorded by Crimson

There is coming a day
When no heartaches shall come
No more clouds in the sky,
No more tears to dim the eye
All is peace forever more
On that happy golden shore
What a day, glorious day, that will be!

What a day that will be
When my Jesus I shall see
And I look upon His face,
The One Who saved me by His grace
When He takes me by the hand
And leads me through the Promised Land
What a day, glorious day, that will be!

There'll be no sorrow there,
No more burdens to bear
No more sickness no more pain,
No more parting over there
And forever I will be
With the One Who died for me
What a day, glorious day, that will be!

What a day that will be
When my Jesus I shall see
And I look upon His face,
The One Who saved me by His grace
When He takes me by the hand
And leads me through the Promised Land
What a day, glorious day, that will be!
Oh, what a day, glorious day, that will be!
(What a day that will be!)

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