Yet another year passes, since He has been gone,
The sad empty feeling, is still so strong,
To see Him again, to feel His power,
Oh how I wish, for just one hour.
One hour, to be by His side,
One hour to feel, His Fatherly pride,
To have Him say, "I love You Daughter dear, "
One hour to feel, My Father is near.
Yet as I write, I feel His love.
It comes to Me, like a dove,
God, this fills Me with such cheer,
Now I feel Him, so very near,
I feel His love, his strength, guiding My way,
The Angel on My shoulder, is with Me each day.
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