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WHY... From the front row of the chapel, I turned and saw you enter... You walked the aisle, face unstrained, eyes dry... Odd, there were no tears You were holding up well. You approached the casket, looking in. I expected to see your shoulders shake with grief but, they did not... Odd, there were no tears You were holding up well. In a while you turned, took a seat beside me. Your arm reaching around my shoulder to comfort me as I wept... Odd, there were no tears You were holding up well. As the service started You sat, your eyes fixed on the Minister. Occasionally, you nodded in agreement with him. I glanced at you... Odd...there were no tears. You were holding up well. At the graveside, your eyes went from casket to minister This was the last of the service, the final farewell... Odd, there were no tears You were holding up well. As your brother and his wife stepped up to the casket, placing a single rose on the top, you did the same... Odd, there were o tears You were holding up well. I will write you a letter of comfort when I get home. You would surely need it then, when grief sets in, and your tears would fall when you finally let go. I was halfway through my letter to you when yours arrived. Opening it carefully, I started reading your letter. You wrote, I am so glad you could be at my Father's funeral, He was a saved Christian and I know his destination is heaven. I wanted to tell you how God surrounded me with His love when I got the news of my fathers death and how He dried my tears even before they began to fall. How He gave you the peace that passes all understanding, and helped me get through the funeral without breaking down. I wanted to share this miracle of love and comfort with you so I might know that if you would ask Him into your life he would do wondrous things for you, too. Odd, how I cried as I read, I was not holding up well. I got on my knees asking God to come into my life, to let me serve Him and receive His blessings. I thanked Him for you, for Him drying your tears and, for your letting me know the reason you had... "No Tears To Shed." © 6=19=2000 Donna Saulsman Friedrichs |
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