I thought you said you'd never leave,
you'd never have to go;
But since you've left my side for good,
I'm lower than just low.
I struggle so much more than hard,
to live from day to day;
To keep my head up moving on,
to never lose my way.
I know you're walking streets of gold,
beside that crystal sea;
But hard for me to come to terms...
you're happy without me.
Your name was called from Heaven's roll,
to take My Master's hand;
Yes, one day soon I'll stroll with you,
in Heaven's Beulah Land.
For now I'll struggle on with life,
And hold your memories tight;
By dreaming dreams I've dreamt so much,
of holding you each night!
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 9:42 PM UTC
I thought you said you'd never leave,
you'd never have to go;
But since you've left my side for good,
I'm lower than just low.
I struggle so much more than hard,
to live from day to day;
To keep my head up moving on,
to never lose my way.
I know you're walking streets of gold,
beside that crystal sea;
But hard for me to come to terms...
you're happy without me.
Your name was called from Heaven's roll,
to take My Master's hand;
Yes, one day soon I'll stroll with you,
in Heaven's Beulah Land.
For now I'll struggle on with life,
And hold your memories tight;
By dreaming dreams I've dreamt so much,
of holding you each night!
I wrote this piece for a friend of mine whom is struggling from a tragic loss. He told me how he is almost upset at times that he knows she is happy now, but without him...
