Please Get Well

Everyday That Pass's,
We See So Very Clear,
That Is It You,
We Are Missing Here.

Know That We Miss You,
We Miss You So Much.
Know That We Are Praying,
For God's Healing Touch.

That You Are Thought Of,
All Throughout The Day.
Know That We Miss You,
In A Mighty Way.

So Won't You Please Get Well,
So You Can Come Back, 
Because It's Your Hard Work,
That This Place Does Lack.

Yes, Without You Here,
So Much Goes Undone,
For We Need You Well,
Because You're The Only One,

Who Knows The Job Like You.
No, You Can't Be Replace,
But What We Miss The Most,
Is Your Smiling Face.

Cathy Jo Moore
© 2001