This Empty House

This empty house, 
         this empty room, 
                  this empty chair
I remember when you were sitting right there
So many years and tears together --sometimes it's hard--
I just simply miss you as I read this letter, look at that card

Mourning dawns,
         feeling alone again,
                   and the tears come
Memories and emotions flow through me like a flood
My mourning turns to prayer as Jesus comforts me
I thank Him so much for being all that I really need

He assures me every day that I am really not alone
Friends have stopped by and many have phoned
Jesus Himself is with me every step of the way
When I am weak, His strength helps me through the day

       The most excellent revelation I've had is that in the end:
       The Lord is my love, 
               He's my life, 
                         He's my husband

--bro. tim pickl ....for Mary U.
                             Saturday September 18, 2004 A.D.

also see 'Bob was God's Friend':
http://www.pickl.com/timandmarsha/poetry/bob_was_gods_friend.htm

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"And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: 
     for my strength is made perfect in weakness. 
         Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, 
             that the power of Christ may rest upon me."
"Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, 
      in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ's sake: 
             for when I am weak, then am I strong."     2 Corinthians 12:9-10

"For in him we live, and move, and have our being; 
      as certain also of your own poets have said, 
           For we are also his offspring."   Acts 17:28

"For thy Maker is thine husband; the Lord of hosts is his name; 
    and thy Redeemer the Holy One of Israel; 
        The God of the whole earth shall he be called."   Isaiah 54:5