Dry Your Tears

As I am sitting on the top of the mountain,
             Wondering will I ever fit anywhere in.
             A heart filled with pain.
	     Your soul is in despair.	
             Because love slip out of your hands,
             Time, and time again.
            Suddenly a mighty voice is speaking.
           “My child, do you really think this world belongs to you and me?”
            I might have created it many years ago.
            But soon I will come and take you home.
            You are only visiting for a while,
            Being an earthly guess.
           Soon you will close your eyes,
            While your body will be put to rest.
            But the good news is,
            Where I am taking you, life begins.
            No more pain and suffering,
            But a life filled with endless love.
            A pretty rose in my garden you will be.
            Blossoming eternally.
            Dry your tears my precious gem,
                    I am here.
          Hold on to my promise dear.
           No more heartache and pain,
               But blessings, abundantly.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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