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For Easter lilies blooming out of season
Rainbow colors bursting in the sun
From flowers planted, tended by hands now gone.
For wistful wishes granted, though kept unspoken
By a heart that still is bleeding, still is broken.
There must be something in the stories told
By those whose friendship we cherish and enfold.
About our beloved advocate who's ever
Closer than before, who'll leave us never.
How, when Heaven's cables were "occupied"
They tapped a tiny circuit by our side
And sure enough, they got their message heard
Through "Bernardita's hot line" with the Lord!
The friend they know, the loving sister of all!
She's just a sigh away! We need but call!
Christmas 1994