If I Could
~ by G.W. Marshall ~
If I could but see, again your face,
Oh how much my heart would race,
And nothing could ever efface,
The mem’ry of our last embrace.
If I could climb to Heaven’s gate
And just look in to watch awhile,
Then I know I could joyfully wait,
If I could see your happy smile.
If I could hear the song you sing
And your laughter bless my ears,
Then grief would lose its sting
And a smile would dry my tears.
But faith would lose its esteem,
And Heaven’d lose its stealth,
So we must be denied this dream,
If Heaven is to keep its wealth.
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