September
22, 2014
I Do Not
Cry For Meemaw
I do not
cry for Meemaw,
For,
‘though she’s gone away,
She’s
living now in a glorious land
That’s
brighter than brightest day.
I cannot
cry for Meemaw—
Sometimes I
long to cry,
But the
tears that come are just my pen’s
As my
heart, in sadness, writes.
I will not
cry for Meemaw:
She bows
now at Jesus’ feet,
The burdens
of sin and sorrow on earth
Have rolled
off in His Presence so sweet.
No tears
will I shed for Meemaw,
Some day
with her I will be
But the
longing I get to be near her again
Makes me
sometimes cry for me.
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