They will come back, come back again.
As long as the red Earth rolls.
He never wasted a leaf or a tree.
Do you think He would squander souls?
God speaks to us in the wind that blows, in the rise and fall of the ocean’s waves, in the song of a bird, in the crimson colors of a sunset dancing across the sky, nature’s masterpiece to behold. It is in moments like these that I cannot fathom that my loved ones have ceased to be. They live on as part of God’s world but in a form I do not yet see; they live on in my memories and heart, and one day we shall meet again.
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