Arms Of God

We are the tiny life that grows
In God’s hand
We are the marker of time,
Each grain of sand
We are the ones left behind,
With hearts all a flow
Of the joys and loves we’ve lost,
When our loved ones must go
We raise our voice to the sky
And sing of their bright soul
And how they blessed each of our hearts
And made our lives whole
We’ll hold their smiles and memories
In the warmth of our heart
And know our lives were made so much better,
Because they were a part
These bitter tears that I shed-
are not a facade,
They’re tears of joy, that Bobby now rests
In the arms of God.


RavenWolf
~2003~



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