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When You Aren't Here

The place was quiet without your voice

We missed your gleaming face

We were so sad to look and see your

vacant, empty place.

We hope you are not sick

Nor mortally depressed

We hope your car is working well 

No wounds needing dressed

With anxious eyes we'll watch the door

Your car wheels sound the fife

We hope next Sunday you will join

Your friends at Bread of Life.