Carol Service

Am I really standing here
Singing with my memories
Of when once another's voice blended
With the carol and the song?

If I could but hear her singing as we sing now!
If I could but see the radiance on her dear face!
If I could but feel her hand entwined with mine!
There would be no sob to smother nor hidden tears.

Look upon me standing here
In the midst of this singing throng
Lost and alone in my sorrow
Since I may not keep this Christmas with my love.