The tears are uncontrolable.
The pain is sometimes unbareable.
I still can't believe that your gone everything just went wrong.
I wasn't ready for this, I didn't want to let you go.
Then I remembered that you don't belong to me. You belong to our savior.
I still miss you, I wish I could have you back. I know someday we'll meet again but until that day I'll continue to write.
I look at your pictures and I just begin to weap.
I'm still not used to not seeing you week after week.
I go on my knees and want to crawl into a ball, but the Lord is always there to catch me when I fall.
When I feel depressed the Lord is there to restore my weakness with strength.
I don't understand why he took you,
But I know he had a reason.
I feel like asking why?
But who am I to question the powerful decision that was made?
To be continued...
