Rich Grief, as Gold, a priceless weight.
Your love has reached the Pearly Gate.
The Lords forgiving, outreached hand,
Guides her to the promised land.
This broken heart, that haunts your soul,
That keeps your "Self" from being whole,
Will surely never mend complete.
Yet, you should not concede defeat,
For in Gods ***** rests relief.
Your souls touched love, however brief.
The fleeting moments were well spent.
Your time together heaven sent.
Let go the guilt, release the tears.
The days will fly, as will the years.
Then once again the joy will be
The driving force that sets you free.
JMA
Oct 21, 2011
Oct 21, 2011 at 6:52 AM UTC
Rich Grief, as Gold, a priceless weight.
Your love has reached the Pearly Gate.
The Lords forgiving, outreached hand,
Guides her to the promised land.
This broken heart, that haunts your soul,
That keeps your "Self" from being whole,
Will surely never mend complete.
Yet, you should not concede defeat,
For in Gods ***** rests relief.
Your souls touched love, however brief.
The fleeting moments were well spent.
Your time together heaven sent.
Let go the guilt, release the tears.
The days will fly, as will the years.
Then once again the joy will be
The driving force that sets you free.
JMA
(Can be sung to Amazing Grace)
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