Ghost House
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
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