Monday's Mourning Ministry - I Sure Miss You ~Jason Crabb / and Ghost House ~by Robert Frost

Monday's Mourning Ministry

I Sure Miss You

~Jason Crabb and the Crabb Family

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and Ghost House ~Robert Frost

Ghost House

by Robert Frost

I dwell in a lonely house I know

That vanished many a summer ago,

And left no trace but the cellar walls,

And a cellar in which the daylight falls

And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.

O'er ruined fences the grape-vines shield

The woods come back to the mowing field;

The orchard tree has grown one copse

Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;

The footpath down to the well is healed.

I dwell with a strangely aching heart

In that vanished abode there far apart

On that disused and forgotten road

That has no dust-bath now for the toad.

Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart;

The whippoorwill is coming to shout

And hush and cluck and flutter about:

I hear him begin far enough away

Full many a time to say his say

Before he arrives to say it out.

It is under the small, dim, summer star.

I know not who these mute folk are

Who share the unlit place with me—

Those stones out under the low-limbed tree

Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.

They are tireless folk, but slow and sad—

Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,—

With none among them that ever sings,

And yet, in view of how many things,

As sweet companions as might be had.

I Sure Miss You

~Jason Crabb and the Crabb Family

If life could only bring again,

the days I took for granted when

To hear your voice was just a call away

Oh what I'd give for just some time,

to say the things that slipped my mind

There's so much now I'd really like to say

But I can never go back when

we did the things we did back then

I'll store those precious memories in my mind

I'll take what you've instilled in me;

I'll try to be all I can be

And walk the path that you have left behind

Chorus:

I sure miss you;

Life will never be the same with you not here

Each passing day has brought much pain

But with God's grace, my strength remains

I sure miss you,

but Heaven's sweeter with you there

The little things that seemed so small

are now like gold in a memory vault

I cherish every one I have of you

Now I can see and recognize

the part you played to shape my life

I often see you in the things I do

In God's design and master plan

He saw the hurting hearts of man

As we would say goodbye to those so dear

So with our family and friends

we'll be together once again

We're view all Heaven's splendor hand in hand

I sure miss you;

Life will never be the same with you not here

Each passing day has brought much pain

With God's grace my strength remains

I sure miss you,

But Heaven's sweeter with you there

~Words and Music by Gerald Crabb

http://youtu.be/Oet_Avo79CQ

Pictures, thanks to "The Empty Chair"