Sunday, April 22, 2012
Brenda, "I'll cry with you until we run out of tears." Even if its forever, we'll do it together." You are in my thoughts and prayers. This poem is helping me. He Only Took My Hand Last night while I was trying to sleep my son's voice I did hear. I opened my eyes and looked around, but he did not appear. He said "you've got to listen, you've got to understand." God didn't take me from you. He only took my hand. When I cried out in pain that day, the instant that I died. He reached down and took my hand and pulled me to my side. He pulled me up and save me from misery and pain. I was so badly wounded, I could never be the same. My search is really over, I've found happiness within. All answers to my empty dreams and all I might have been. I love you and miss you so, please don't keep asking "why?" My body's gone forever, but my spirit will never die. So live until we meet again and please try to understand. God didn't take me from you. He only took my hand.
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