My steps are lighter
And my smile has faded
But I still won't take off
These shoes or that bracelet
I can't hear your words
But I can read them on my walls
I can't see you, but I can see that space
In my closet where my jacket belongs
I can't hear you sing, but
I can listen to the songs
I can't hold you
But He can
And I trust that our blessing
Is a part of His plan
So open your Bible
Twenty-six times
Open the blog
Twenty-six times
Put on my jacket
Twenty-six times
Put each CD in
Twenty-six times
With these things
Take each day on
Enjoying these moments
Living for these moments
Until we can
Make our own
Try to make
Them last
Until they become a part of
Our broken yet beautiful past
