Written by: Joyce Johnson

Why is it that our deepest love
is not enough to hold you?
What demons still torment you
even as loved arms enfold you?
Though the skies are dark and grey
the sun will shine another day.
Why is it you don't know this?
God takes us through the winter's sting
with his sweet promises of spring
and pleasant days of bliss.

The sun is shining bright today.
You wouldn't wait. You went away.