they come every year.
the people who used to come ... the prayer warriors, some of them. others of them were worshippers, dancers, praisers, preachers ... they all loved God.
but something happened, and now they're no longer around.
i love seeing them on easter sunday. i look forward to easter sunday just because i know that they'll be there again. i hug them and tell them how good it is to see them, and that i hope they'll come back, because i miss them and this is where they belong.
they'll be back one day. i believe it. but until then, i'll see them again next easter.