His Strength Lives In You

I became to know the fear in truth, clenching onto faith in the storms of my youth.. The day it began, now frozen in time, we rallied together for peace of mind.. As the fight of his life was about to begin, a young man sat with courage and a confident grin.. But I felt reality set in as the night fell asleep. Still, had he known of the struggle, he wouldn't retreat. That night, I met his bravery. He was armed with simply love, as Angels always are when God sends from above... But if he's truly God's Angel, why did heaven let him out? as the midnight sky absorbed these thoughts, I had just one doubt.. "His strength was quiet, but still too big for this place.. My angel, someday, will return to Gods grace." And his battle lasted 1,793 days, inspiring hearts in infinite ways.. His strength was quiet, enduring, and true. His strength lives in me. His strength lives in you. When the spring rains fall, let them wash away your fear, for it is his way of saying 'I am always here' And when the storms go away, and down shines the sun, may you bask in his love. God's work is done. He is home.