Roses are red, blood is blue
You're not alone, God's in this too
Blood is blue, your poems are read
The trauma is not just in your head
You're not alone, Christ walks with you
We ask His grace to get you through
Don't buy the lies, no drug will ease
The loss of pax, the loss of Teej
Your anchor gone, you are adrift
But Christ's an anchor made for this
And there are others, so talk it out
Find those who will let you shout
Will let you curse, will let you cry
Will let you ask, the question Why
Seek out the truth, and choose friends well
Don't let them point you to this hell
And claim the Way is one wide path
Or bankrupt for your aftermath
But rather know the truth you've heard
Hold fast to Christ, the Living Word

He is enough.
He's holding you
His Word can heal and get you through
Read in the morning
Read in the night
Read when you're wired
Read during fright
You are not forgotten
You're never alone
He waits for you--to be your home
There's so much pain in this world to feel
But know this well--that you can heal
And healing will not bring an end
To the love you had for your best friend
But peace, by snippets, will break through
And freedom--here!--it waits for you
(Jn 8: 31-32)