Yesterday

Oh how we long for yesterday,

The things we feel are gone,

The tinkle of the door latch

When we’ve waited all day long

The happy child comes running

To sit on Daddy’s knee;

Those days are gone, the misty years

Have drawn a veil for me.

The grievous constant longing,

The joys of yesteryear,

Those precious sights and sounds and love

Of those we hold so dear.

Sweet memories of childhood,

The vaguely distant scenes,

The loveliness of song, the joy

Of things that are but dreams!

BUT!

God was there, as He is here,

He knows our longing prayer

He’s God of now — but YESTERDAY

I love to know HE’S THERE

And He can draw the veil aside

As in our heavenly home

He’ll gather all our yesterdays

Oh what a joy to come!

Kathy Breakell