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, too�

Don�t worry about things but with thanks ask of Me
To keep your heart and mind, My peace I give to thee�

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

Remember saintly deaths are precious in My sight��
They�ve finished their course and fought a good fight��

I long to see you finish your race
I want to give you your Heavenly place��

So you must run with patience the course I�ve laid���
And have faith that we�ll be reunited someday���

(scripture verses paraphrased)

�1 Corinthians 1:4
�Philippians 4:6,7
�Romans 8:28
��Psalm 116:15
��2 Timothy 4:7
��John 14:2, 3
���Hebrews 12:1b
���2 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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