Before the first touch,
he was taken away.
I held his cold body in my arms.
“Why Lord?” I cried.
Help me to understand.
I know you have a plan,
but my eyes only see from this worlds’ view.
I do not have your vision.
Do things look different from where you sit?
Why did you take him away from me?
He could have had breath.
He could have brightened the world with his smile,
but I never heard his voice. I never learned his style.
Would he have been quiet or loud?
Humble or proud?
I don’t know, but you do.
Would he have had an easy, happy life
or one filled with thorns and tares?
Maybe that’s why.
Maybe you, with your vision, saw ahead.
In your loving mercy,
could it be you spared him?
Oh, I know he’s with you now.
Although my heart’s been wrenched apart,
I know your healing power.
I know you’ll see me through this,
my darkest, darkest hour.