I visit his grave, bring flowers and pray
and utter a message to him.
I wipe flowing tears
and I feel that he's near
and I blow a kiss into the wind.
Been ten years to the day since he went away
and I could not have made it I know,
without a God full of love who sees from above
and softens my tears as they flow.
I walk through this time, with assurance that I'm
a child of the King upon high.
And no matter the trial, thru these tears I smile
for my time too is drawing nigh.
So, please cradle me God, as life's path I trod
that I may not fall from my load.
Give me peace at night, and enough strength to fight,
'til I've reached my heavenly abode.
~ Janette Ingram ~
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