If I could but see, again your face. Oh how much my heart would race. And nothing could ever efface the mem’ry of our last embrace. If I could climb to Heaven’s gate and just look in to watch awhile. Then I know I could joyfully wait.
If I could see your happy smile. If I could hear the song you sing. And your laughter bless my ears. Then grief would lose its sting and a smile would dry my tears. But faith would lose its esteem and Heaven’d lose its stealth. So we must be denied this dream if Heaven is to keep its wealth. - G W (Bill) Marsh
