Her sleep so deep that now it's dark
It's now dark because she sleeps
Greedy Loss round about us creeps
Snatching souls, and thus into homes seeps
This shadow of death and there weeps
A child, a father, whose heart into sorrow now steeps
So sudden, so awfully came this slumber
The reality that she has to be six feet under
Only this thought causes the heart to shudder
The thought of facing each day without her
Our friend, our teacher, our mother
With unwilling hearts, we drag our feet to move on
Pressing together, despite feeling forlorn
Though she was part of our dream, Lord knows how torn
Asunder are our hopes; our tomorrows, will they be born?
Lord, crown us with courage, from our ashes beauty do form
From where else can our help then come?
For we already weak, then the strongest warriors are some
Which now lay fallen and we feel so lost, undone
So we look up for strength as first onward we crawl, walk some, and one day maybe even run
We trust the Sun of Righteousness to sweep away Darkness, and on that day again to wake her
Copyright © Jesz Ika | Year Posted 2022
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