Grief by Terry Quinn Our child went to be, with the Lord God says Heaven was, his reward I now understand, the ache of grief To us it seems, it was a thief Who stole our baby, from his breath And left us here, to grieve his death. Grief is entirely, all consuming Life stands still, no resuming My heart very often, wants to scream Please wake me from, this awful dream .Time is what, most people say Yet every morning, I wake to a sad day. Grief is sneaky, and you never know why one minute can be ok, the next you cry .I am so thankful, for friends who are there I know so many of you, really do care Nothing has ever made me, shed so many tears I have been so strong in my life, through the years. I have handled many tough times, and stood the test but this one I admit, has broken my best God says every trial, will be turned for good I have claimed that promise, as best I could For my baby, did not die in vain God has his reasons, to send the rain So now I will trust him, with my grief God is in charge, and rules the thief He was not stolen, when I found him dead He was just transferred, to heaven instead Son I will always, love you so dearly and one day again, see you clearly. I love you Jacob Quinn
Posted on: Mon, 28 Oct 2013 15:57:53 +0000
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