Will you sing at midnight?

last night i went to this thing at church where Sharon Betters talked about encouragement
now i'm writing this poem

knees they fall, mouth it sings

as i stare at the grave i hear his taunting word
not a sound i make nor is one heard
why do i feel abandoned? why has my life shattered?
it is long gone, buried w/ the body that once mattered
he is gone, i know, but then why is he standing right beside me?
the moon fades as i stare and in my heart i truly plea
that God would also take me now to be w/ him
but i know its not right. the chances are slim
but if he took him he could take me
i grow limp as i sink to my knees
m mind clouds w/ thoughts of him; i fail to seize
please take away this doubt, this longing, this love
this love for the dead
will i ever be okay? will i ever forget?
the tears fall
my life has stopped
i want to stop
but my mind keeps on racing w/ thoughts
thoughts of him, his smile, his voice
this time it was not enough
will i ever heal
no not w/out the love of my savior
the floweres wilt and crush w/ every sob
gently arms enclsoe me; he is really hear
"its okay," i hear his whisper
"i am hear, and will never go away"
i have always loved you, you are my precious child."


thats for you sierra