For Chris
As all things pass, you must
Beyond, no earthly future lies
No limits be secured
Chosen by the hand of God
You pass before our eyes
With arms outstretched, we reach
To hold you back
In looking back we see ahead
An emptiness surrounds
How fragile now we feel
The clutch of sorrow's bounds
With time strength will return
And clearly then we'll see
The message of this mournful day
For we, too, shall pass dear Son
And with you, then, we'll be
Copyright © Terry Noack | Year Posted 2013
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