My Dear Lord's voice quietly hummed through the rain
He spoke of love, and he spoke of pain
He spoke of the ground my heart must gain
And as my mind wandered to memories afar
I asked my savior why it was that goodbyes are so hard
Why am I made with a capacity to miss?
Why is it hindsight alone shows a moments beautiful kiss?
Why cant we live and let go?
Why is it that beautiful memories turn the heart aglow?
Is it because these times are truly ordained?
That a moments taste is a hint of everlasting life sustained?
I refuse to believe that fondness alone comes from habbit,
That chemicals combine and we seek each other until we're rabid
No, missing these moments is a sign of something to come,
Where Beauty becomes tangible and I can absorb the radiant Son
These moments I've had aren't hints of what were,
But hints of something greater, something not too far
For I have a savior, Jesus is his name
And this relationship I have with him now, will pale to what will be
And these moments I'll continue to miss,
Will begin again in eternity
