Now I am alone
Only memories left
Your spirit is with me
God is seeing to that
Go to church every Sunday
Sit in the same pew
Lean against the upright pole
So I am next to you
Thanksgiving is coming
I'm sure to give thanks
For you suffer no pain
Our Lord has seen to that
Christmas around the cornor
We'll praise his birth
Say thank you Jesus
For the years you gave us.
author Betty Pletz (wife)
