One Woman's Release

She didn't cry the day

They layed him in the ground.

No emotion could be seen

And her voice made not a sound.

 

The other mourners stared,

Trying to see past the void.

But there's not much to be seen

In a heart that truth avoids.

 

It took years for her

To get past all the gray.

But i never will forget

The day i heard her say.

 

"Dear Lord, I know You're watching

And Papa's up there with You.

It took a while to come to this

But there's something I'd like You to do."

 

Please give him a job that is easy,

For he was no stranger to pain.

And perhaps a nice place to stay,

Well out of darkness and rain.

 

I pray that he meets his

Loved ones that have gone before

And also his little dog

That he so adored.

 

I pray that never once

Does he have to cry again,

And he no longer witnesses

The autrosities of men.

 

I pray he sits and eats

Within the dining hall of Your home,

And that his is somewhat like

That which he had owned.

 

I pray he sees grass

Greener than any earthly field could produce

And that he reaps well enough

For all heavenly bodies to use.

 

I pray that you light up his eyes

Like he could once mine,

And that he sees what angels see,

All of You, who art divine.

 

I pray also that you relay a message

Who heard it least, but I loved most:

I'll meet you when my time is done

Within the vicinity of the Holy Ghost.

 

And lastly, to You, Lord.

I pray for forgiveness for grieving so long,

For one who is finally home

And can now sing to You his song.

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[Legion]

That was sadly lovingly well done. I think you misspelled atrocities. Of course, I may have misspelled it too. LOL Good write.