The Fine Dinner Glass

	The fine dinner glass went missing one night She was a unique piece, a beautiful sight We went back and looked and looked and looked It was just gone:  no one said they took it
	The fine dinner glass has a perfect mate When he heard the news it was too late He fell, broken inside, wept, wondered,                                           hoped and prayed Somebody somewhere knows something                                          about his mate

The glasses are a set:  they're meant to be together
Hopefully one was just misplaced, a phase of bad weather
In the mean time, God holds the remaining glass in His hands
It's a comfort to know the Prince of Peace:  He understands

       The peace and comfort that comes during mourning
           is a blessing from Jesus Himself: he understands the pouring

--bro. tim pickl
         Saturday 12/18/2004 A.D.

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