"Red Colored Rose"
If it were not so I would have told you.
I go to prepare a place for you,
And if I go and prepare a place for you,
I will come again, and recieve you unto myself...
That where I am, ye may be also."
John: 14-2
Nor will you ever be,
As long as life and memory last
We will remember thee.
We miss you now, our hearts are sore,
As time goes by we'll miss you more.
Your loving smile, your gentle face
No one can fill your vacant place.
I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one.
I'd like to leave an after glow of smiles when life is done.
I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways
Of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days.
I'd like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun
Of happy memories that I leave when life is done.
Skies always blue,
Flower strewn pathways
All our lives through;
God hath not promised
Sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow,
Peace without pain.
But God hath promised
Strength for the day,
Rest for the labor,
Light for the way.
Grace for the trials,
Help from above,
Unfailing sympathy
Undying love...
My grief is like a river,
I have to let it flow,
But I myself determine
Just where the banks will go.
Some days the current takes me
In waves of guilt and pain,
But there are always quiet pools
Where I can rest again,
I crash on rocks of anger,
My faith seems faint indeed,
But there are other swimmers
Who know that what I need
Are loving hands to hold me
When waters are to swift,
And someone kind to listen
When I just seem to drift.
Grief's river is a process
Of relinquishing the past,
By swimming in Hope's channels,
I'll reach the shore at last.
Cynthia G. Kelley
