I miss you baby, and I hope your praying for me. The next time you go before the throne of mercy, please ask God to sent me free, I am tired, I am weak, and I am wounded. Your presence is missed so many ways, yesterday it was your cooking. Today it's your silly dance and smile. I hurt and I've been crying for a few weeks, when will this void be filled. Ask God for me please, ask him to come and get me. Love and Kisses Carm