I'll be faithful to your memory,
As you are, and not supposed to be.
And when people ask me how I know,
I can smile and say she told me so
"In a little while you'll be all right."
That's what people tell me every night,
But I've been somewhere they have never been,
I was privileged to call you friend.
I asked for nothing and now here it is,
Every room is full of emptiness.
Though I live these days apart from you,
Our Redeemer has redeemed this, too.