I turned my face up to the sky,
And let the rain fall in my eyes;
I hoped the heavenly tears
Would wash away my earthly fears.
The cool, cool drops ran down,
Mixing with the warm and salty water;
Together they fell upon the ground
As I mourned my beloved father.
I know he lives in the realm beyond
All care and daily strife,
He has drunk deep of the spring of life,
There is no crying there.
O loving Lord, lend me strength,
Enfold me in your arms;
Let your love rain down,
And cleanse my aching heart.
Its not for him I weep,
But we who carry on;
Who miss his laughing eyes,
And his quiet, solid strength.
Console our grief and loneliness,
With a Father’s loving touch;
Help us remember with fondness,
The one we miss so much.
© 2006
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