The special one that was Heaven sent;
It's just not like it to wander off,
Anyone know where my spirit went?
It has been with me for so long,
Most of my life or so it seems;
Why would it simply go away,
And I wonder what this could mean?
Lord, did You take my spirit home?
No, You wouldn't ever do that;
It slipped away all by itself,
God could You lead my spirit back?
So friends, if you see my spirit,
Tell it I'm looking high and low;
Without it the trails will be rough,
And I don't know which way to go.
Spirits are a sensitive breed,
While living in one's mind and soul;
But when they are ripped from your heart,
Days are dark and the nights so cold.
Without spirit all can be lost,
The future's as dark as the night;
Lord, let Your spirit live in me,
Then I know life will be alright.
~ Paul D. Berube ~