Precious in the Sight of the Lord

I miss you, my friend, Wish we could talk again One day I'll be where you are And it won't feel so far As different as we were We were best friends for sure Now the bleak midwinter's in the air Wish I could be with you there From Earth to Heaven hear my cry Reaching up beyond the sky My words fail but this much I know I thank God for you but I miss you so Knitted together we walked Sitting together we talked In the confines of our minds We ate the bread and drank the wine Seasons come and seasons go The reasons we may never know But you were my best friend And that will never end "Precious in the sight of the Lord Is the death of His saints" (Psalm 116:15).