Heal
When you got sick you fought like hell
Then you wait and time will tell.
The first reports were really great
Worth the suffering that you hate.
The treatments continue for awhile
Everyone prays they make you well.
Back to the doctor you pray you've won
But he tells you nothing more can be done.
You stay at home for your last days
With your family you'll be until you’re on your way.
Unfortunately and a surprise to all
Sooner than expected God made that call.
So God took your life
But he left your wife.
She can't believe it’s real
Or how she is supposed to deal.
She wanders the house room to room
In a state of constant gloom.
A broken heart is all she feels
Right now she thinks it will never heal.
From heaven above
Send down your love.
Let her know you are not apart
You will always be in her heart.
Copyright © Marion Smith | Year Posted 2008
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