Post by SMILLY - ADVISER on May 10, 2007 7:53:12 GMT -5
Do not ask me to keep quiet,
Don't ask me why I cry out,
Bear with me as I endure the moment,
When I can't hear her out,
A friend so real and true.
The first day away, it was a busy schedule,
The day following, it was a deadline to beat
One week gone, perhaps a technical problem,
A fortnight later, I can't keep silent.
I will call out to my friend,
The one whose words have spoken to my being,
The one who shares my grief and pain,
Who understands when sorrow engulfs me,
And speaks solace to my hurt.
Do not ask me to keep quiet,
When our very own is missing,
When none can explain her absence,
When no single hour passes without a thought about her,
When all we can say is, we hope she is safe.
No! no, not a person like Miriam,
She, noble and diligent,
Always after our own good,
Striving to bless our hearts,
We writhe in the pain of her absence,
Waiting to celebrate a comeback.
We shall all dance to songs of gladness,
When our own is back,
In safety and health,
To carry on with service and ministry,
Replenished with vigour for days ahead.
Oh Miriam, please come back!
(C) JUSTINE
Don't ask me why I cry out,
Bear with me as I endure the moment,
When I can't hear her out,
A friend so real and true.
The first day away, it was a busy schedule,
The day following, it was a deadline to beat
One week gone, perhaps a technical problem,
A fortnight later, I can't keep silent.
I will call out to my friend,
The one whose words have spoken to my being,
The one who shares my grief and pain,
Who understands when sorrow engulfs me,
And speaks solace to my hurt.
Do not ask me to keep quiet,
When our very own is missing,
When none can explain her absence,
When no single hour passes without a thought about her,
When all we can say is, we hope she is safe.
No! no, not a person like Miriam,
She, noble and diligent,
Always after our own good,
Striving to bless our hearts,
We writhe in the pain of her absence,
Waiting to celebrate a comeback.
We shall all dance to songs of gladness,
When our own is back,
In safety and health,
To carry on with service and ministry,
Replenished with vigour for days ahead.
Oh Miriam, please come back!
(C) JUSTINE
