By Jane Candace Bullard

I'll be seeing you
When this dark night is through
When the light shines bright anew
I'll be seeing you.

I'll be hearing you
Your laugher soft upon my ear
Your loving voice singing sweet and clear
I'll be hearing you.

I'll be touching you
Your strong hand gently held in mine
Your kiss an echo of the Divine
I'll be touching you.


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