And there’s one more thing
You might be able to find
One more thing
But the tears make you blind
When you try to hang on
When desperation floods your mind
And your heart longs for a sign
That everyone’s wrong
And I’m not really gone…
But for now the same old pictures will have to do
When I can’t be near you.
The separation cuts like a knife
The realization that never in this life
Will you hear my voice
Or see me smile
Or be able to hug me
Or take me on a walk
Or hear me talk.
We shared our dreams
And our love
And our lives
And we thought it was forever
But forever left town
And you feel like a clown
Because I’m not around.
Sometimes you see someone
Who looks so much like me
And you want to run up to them
And hug them
And say “It’s so good to see you…”
But that someone
Doesn’t even know what you’re talking about.
It just isn’t right
That I’m not around
It just isn’t right
That I can’t be found
But until the day comes when I leave your mind
When you don’t recall as much
When you get so busy it’s hard to think of me
You’ll just keep looking
For one more thing.
That’s OK because I know time goes so slowly for you
And so quickly for me
One day for me is like a thousand years for you
And a thousand years for you is like one day for me
And a moment of time that cannot be divided by 2
Is the same as eternity
And I left you behind in time and space
I left behind the daily race
And the chance to ever see my face grow wrinkled
And the chance to ever see my hands grow weak
And the chance to ever see you again
In a world where the only thing that’s permanent is change…
But by the time my pictures fade away
By the time my letters to you disappear
By the time you look up and realize all the years
Have gone by so quickly
You’ll see me again
And never need to look again
For just one more thing.
According to II Peter 3:8, to the Lord “A thousand years is as one day, and one day is as a thousand years.” At the very least this should tell us that our conception of time is very limited and our lives are like a flash of light compared to eternity. I Corinthians 15 talks about the Lord’s return being like a “Twinkling of the eye.” According to Wuest, a Greek scholar, this phrase literally means “In a moment of time that cannot be divided.” What number cannot be divided by 2? I will leave that question with you. How fast is fast? How slow is slow? How fast is “A twinkling of an eye?” How long is a moment of time that cannot be divided by 2?
While we are looking at old photos, reading cherished letters again, walking along a path we used to share with the one we lost, they are in another realm of time where in only moments they will be welcoming us again to their corner of eternity. Maybe they are setting the tables for a big feast at our arrival, in places where time cannot be divided.