Nothing comes close to easing your pain
for deep within, is how you must heal
The horror and shock of losing a child
is, the most pain you will ever feel
My heart sobs and my spirit weeps
my soul cries out to the heavens above
Asking the Lord, why this young child?
then I am reminded of His endless love
He knows the future, He wrote the book
we must trust, that He’s working His plan
And then, in the end, we will all be united
and we’ll wonder, how the pain all began
God Himself picks the loveliest buds
they’re arranged in His haloed bouquet
Bequeathed with love and living waters
growing, each time we kneel and pray
Nothing is ever, really gone forever
for in His kingdom, time has no hands
Only on earth do we count the seconds
screaming out plea’s and selfish demands
A merger, a meeting, a gathering place
all waiting, for our time to concede
Wondrous reunions, loved ones beside us
and heavenly life will start to proceed
God Himself grows, the loveliest flowers
they are arranged on His table of old
Showered in love and fed living waters
~Bloomed~ in His Halo ~ of Gold~
Adding your comment:
This is so pretty 
Jeannie
