Looks so peaceful there upon thy grave
where once these flowers never bloomed
I think the concrete angel on your stone
is lipping me a truth I've never known
Up there in heaven where you are
I could not rest like you my love
These hands were made for toiling darlin'
AND this heart was made for loving you, alone
Looks so calm here yet a storm is brewing
shackling my thoughts and rendering me sad
I think its almost time for God to close the gate
but if I hurry, maybe I can snatch you back to life ;
Up there where doves cry and Angels sigh
where flowers bloom at will on Abba's yonder sill
There is a bench for two engraved by you,
some day we'll sit there just like we used to do.
BEAUTIFUL! LOSS OF LOVE IS NOT ALWAYS IN DEATH. BUT, NO MATTER HOW...TRUE LOVE NEVER DIES, NOR DOES IT FADE AWAY. IT REMAINS AND SOMEHOW STRENGTHENS AS WE GO ON, ALONE...LIKE WE ONCE USED TO. MYSTIC...THIS WORK STIRS UP MANY EMOTIONS. ENJOYED...THANK YOU. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
I sense your yearning in this poem for things to be like they used to. Fortunately we can do it in a poem. Unfortunately, we can't go back"Like we used to do" in real life. Just swing on alone to our own special beat.
GLIMPSE OF AN ANGEL IS NOW AVAILABLE. A PORTION OF ALL SALES WILL GO TO HOSPICE TO THUS ENABLE THEM TO HELP OTHERS WHO ARE SOON TO PASS TO THE OTHER SIDE. NO LONGER AVAILABLE.
This book consists of a 150 pages of Christian poetry about the end of time and the Second coming of Jesus Christ not as a servant but as a King, the King of kings. To bring righteousness and peace to the earth and restore the government of God! Peac
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