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When Love Has Gone

by Lucy M. Young

What do you do when love has gone
And your life seems barren and cold,
When the plans you made and the dreams you shared
Your heart no longer may hold;

When hope and joy have been cast aside
And despair is your constant companion,
When it seems there is nothing worth living for
And you long for a quiet communion

With someone who really can sympathize,
Who can quietly understand
And fill up the void where love once dwelt
With the warmth of a friendly hand?

Well, you hold up your head and you put on a smile
And you walk with your shoulders thrown back;
Just whistle a tune and before very long
You'll be feeling the warmth you now lack.

You'll find it, you know, if you really try -
God never meant us to be sad.
With a smile on your face and a song in your heart
That is real, soon your heart will be glad.

Sometimes I Get Discouraged

by Lucy M. Young

Sometimes I get discouraged
With pain day after day,
With tiredness and weakness
That will not go away.

Forgive me for succumbing
To hopelessness, despair;
And help me do what must be done,
Grant strength my pain to bear.

I pray that it may be Your will
That pain depart from me;
But if this be my lot in life,
Then, Lord, please walk with me.

If I could feel my suffering
Could somehow ease Your pain
Inflicted on the cruel cross,
'Twould not seem so in vain.

So Lord, help me to bear it
Ignore it and go on;
Believing that the day will come
When pain will all be gone.

Just hold my hand when I'm afraid,
Uplift me when I'm low;
Make strong my faith, wipe out despair,
And keep my heart aglow

With love and gratitude for You
And all You've done for me -
For granting me the ability
To feel and hear and see.

Dear Little Mother

by Lucy M. Young

Lucy (right) with
her “little Mother”
Lula G. Edmunds

Dear little mother,
I am so glad that you are finally at rest
And happy with your Lord.
I'll miss you, oh so much,
But knowing you are free at last
From all the loneliness you knew on earth
Will help me bear the sorrow of your passing.

You worked so hard and had so little -
No luxuries and just the bare necessities of life;
But you were always grateful
For every little thing that came your way:
A home-made valentine,
A small plant from my garden,
A single rose,
The little tree we planted for you long ago
On Mother's Day.

You loved us,
And you sacrificed so much
That we might have a better life
Than you had ever known.
Selfishly, unthinkingly I took
And gave so little in return;
But Mother dear, I loved you,
And I am so very sorry for my thoughtlessness
And for my unforgivable neglect of you.

I know you're happy now;
No more loneliness or sorrow,
No more heartache, no more pain.
You're with the ones you loved and missed so much -
Your beloved mother and your precious grandson;
Your special daughter and your one true love.
God bless you, Mother dear;
And 'though I miss you more than I can say,
I'm glad you're with the Lord
And may He hold you safely in His arms forever.

My Sister and My Friend

by Lucy M. Young

Dear Lord, I thank you for my sister,
My best and very special friend.
Her love and understanding
Have helped me through so many difficulties.
Her steadfast faith in me
Has forced me to become a better person
Than I ever dreamed I could be.

Her quiet courage and serene acceptance
Of everything life heaps upon her shoulders
Have ever been an inspiration to me;
But often she has been misunderstood,
For her tranquility when faced with tragedy
Has been misinterpreted as coldness;
But, Lord, You know the hidden tenderness and love
She feels for all her family and friends,

Dear Lord, watch over her, my sister and my friend.
Protect and comfort her,
And bless her with Your love.
Grant her the happiness she so deserves,
And hold her safely in Your loving arms.

Why Must He Die?

by Lucy M. Young

Why must he die, dear Lord?
He is so young.
He has so much to give,
So much to live for.
He never tried to hurt his fellow man;
Was always ready with a helping hand,
A cheerful word,
A smile.
He is not perfect and he made mistakes
As do we all;
But he was never cruel by design.
I must not question Your decision, Lord.
I must accept Your will;
But, Lord, forgive me when I ask once more,
Why must he die so young?

When Love Has Gone

by Lucy M. Young

What do you do when love has gone,
And your life seems barren and cold;
When the plans you made and the dreams you shared
Your heart may no longer hold;

When hope and joy have been cast aside,
And despair is your constant companion;
When it seems there is nothing worth living for,
And you long for a quiet communion

With someone who really can sympathize,
Who can quietly understand;
And fill up the void where love once dwelt
with the warmth of a friendly hand?

Well, you hold up your head and you put on a smile
And you walk with your shoulders thrown back;
Just whistle a tune, and before very long
You'll be feeling the warmth you now lack.

You'll find it, you know, if you really try,
God never meant us to be sad.
With a smile on your face and a song in your heart
That is real, soon your heart will be glad.