Half plus one
Years have past
Since heaven
Became your home.
Time's moved
Akwardly...
Hastily forward,
My dragging feet
Not willing to let
Time take you away.
"Stay still!"
Tomorrow is too far away
From you.
I often turn
To look again
At a child
That looks your age.
Walking, playing
Trying new words
I wonder if heaven's
Time's the same?
To my little girl
always in my heart.
Forever grateful for the gift of you
and the difference you have made.
xxx
(First verse & chorus dedicated to our little girl)
"Who can speak and have it
happen
if the Lord has not decreed it?
Is it not from the mouth of the Most High
that both calamities and
good things come?"
Lamentataions 3:38
