Imagine
A single tear
I’m waiting
For the sound of heaven
Voice of an angel
Yet every breath
Abating
Then ne’er a word
But footfall
Springs lightly from on high
Footsteps on the stairs
She comes to me
Standing tall
Near me to sit
As ever
This womanly vision
Who once was my wife
Called to glory
Untethered
Isaiah 6:5 ‘Then
I said, “It’s all over!’ (NLT)
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