Amos 9:13

You stole my son without communication leaving me in massive distress. With no regard to my feelings as I laid my soul to rest. I died that night maybe two or three times you see. You’ll never know how much he means to me. You’ll always be the reaper as declared by the Lord. I’m the faithful plowman waiting for my turn. To see his joyous smile each and every day. The days are coming Lord, I hope so much, yet I pray. I pray, I pray, I pray so much, no one knows how bad it hurts. To have your world turned upside down by such a hateful man. He acts so innocent, to pretend his innocence once again. I’m the faithful farmer planting all the seeds. So sunflowers will bloom again underneath that live oak tree.