Lord, as the tears flow down
and stream down my face
the pain of lossing is unbearable
but I cling to You and Your Amazing Grace.
I am reminded of the woman who shed her tears
the perfume when she broke the vase she spread with her hair
the perfume filled the rooom in prepation of our Savior's death
which the fragrance didn't stop there.
Her Love was so great to be remembered always
our grief is really for our own heart's care
in memory of them we cherish ourselves
the joy like the fragrance we'll share.
For we know one day in the near future
we will once again reunite with those above
they will never ever be able to devide us
Death was conquered with God's undying Love.
rhonda ramsey cash
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