When happiness is lost we grieve and wail
Sorrowing for souls met and loved
Remembering lands travelled with friends
Sharing joys, sorrows, supporting, encouraging
Facing days with hope and resolution
Seeking the promised land of milk and honey
Assured followers of the man from Nazareth,
Crucified, crowned with thorns, died then risen.
Happiness never appreciated until lost
When tears fall and heart will grieve.
We move questioning between birth and death
Time passing swiftly, hard pressing the days.
Happiness is fleeting, making us yearn for its return
Again delighting in joy with those we love.
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