I wish I could hold your hand,
And count your fingers once again,
Could raise the soft skin to my lips,
And brush across your fingertips,
Could lift my hand to your soft cheek,
And listen quietly as you speak,
Could see the gleam in your eyes,
And hear again the lullaby,
You sang to me as a child,
Could see your warm inviting smile,
And know again your gentle touch,
If only just this once more,
I could see you walking through the door,
But you have gone to heavens shore,
To reign with saints forever more.