Thursday, March 31, 2011

A Broken Heart

My heart is heavy; it drips with grief and sadness and despair.
I try to feel you near me; where are you, God, oh where?

It breaks my heart to watch the life drain slowly from her eyes,
Is she always so strong or does she wait for solitude to have her cries?

Her body is broken, but not her spirit. She's a fighter-she's always been.
It seems that time is standing still just waiting on the end. 

Oh how I hate this ravaging beast that's taking her away--
But how I love my maker who has made another way.

Her humming, her laughter, her jolly soul are tucked deep inside of me
I'll cherish them inside my heart until we meet in eternity.

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