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Riley Owen Hitt
June 24, 2004 -
July 20, 2004
~Merry
Christmas~
We miss you
precious baby boy.
This is your
first Christmas in heaven and we are so sad without you. Sometimes we think of
all the things we wanted to get you for your first Christmas. We had planned to
decorate your bedroom in John Deere.
Now, we have to
continue on this journey of heartache we've been forced upon... but we know we
will see you in heaven. You have made heaven so much sweeter to think about.
We'll join you there soon.
Come Lord Jesus~
~Homesick~
You're in a better place, I've heard a thousand times
And at least a thousand times I've rejoiced for you
But the reason why I'm broken, the reason why I cry
Is how long must I wait to be with you
I close my eyes and I see your face
If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place
Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow
I've never been more homesick than now
Help me Lord cause I don't understand your ways
The reason why I wonder if I'll ever know
But, even if you showed me, the hurt would be the same
Cause I'm still here so far away from home
I close my eyes and I see your face
If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place
Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow
I've never been more homesick than now
In Christ, there are no goodbye
And in Christ, there is no end
So I'll hold onto Jesus with all that I have
To see you again
To see you again
And I close my eyes and I see your face
If home's where my heart is then I'm out of place
Lord, won't you give me strength to make it through somehow
Won't you give me strength to make it through somehow
Won't you give me strength to make it through somehow
I've never been more homesick than now
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