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Dedicated to a stillborn |
| I’m sure you’re broken hearted, In fact, I know you are. You’ll never see me shoot a hoop or watch me drive a car. You’ll never see me broken hearted, over some girl whom I liked. You’ll never see my knees all skinned, from falling off my bike. I know you really loved me, I felt it in your touch. I loved you too, but now I’ll never get to tell you how much. I’ve gone to be with Jesus, I don’t know exactly why But you’ll be with me too some day, In that sweet by and by. I know you’re going to miss me, ‘cause I won’t be here. But I’m okay, even tho I am so small, I’m spending Easter and eternity with Jesus and my Papaw. For Carter Reid Landis March 25th, 2005 |