I won’t feel your arms around my neck
I won’t hear I love you from your lips anymore
A broken heart for the loss, a broken heart for the memories never made
I can’t claim understanding of the why, but I still trust and hope in God’s divine plan
I will carry you with me until I see you again
When we share that sweet embrace of heaven
But for now in my lack of understanding, I will choose to trust in the divine plan, I am at my lowest
If one life came to Christ through her then I can’t stand in way of her reward
Father, I’ll never understand as you watched me writhe and weep in the dirt over the grave of my daughter
Callousness tempts me, bitterness brings its list of temporary benefits
Father, in my lack of understanding, use this for Your good
May the enemy be far from me
The embrace of death ripped her away
And the days will turn into months, which will turn into years, I’ll never forget you
And you’ll never be forgotten
Rest in peace, rest in peace
Separated by the years I still have here
Father, break me to put me back together, help me to know death and know forever
Death, your sting hurts, but you have temporary victory
Christ conquered the grave, now bow to your king
In taking my daughter away, you stripped me, but I know Christ will fill me
A shattered hearts needs only the will to rebuild and a blessing from God the Father
There’s nothing to capture her last words but I know that one day I might feel peace
I won’t feel your arms around my neck
Nor the words I love you spoken from your lips anymore
I will carry your memory until we meet again
Lord, You are the hope for the broken, so may You comfort me
Breathe in this sudden season, I can’t rest, I can only weep for the great loss
May the loss be turned to great love
Death, you may have temporary victory
Christ conquered the grave, now bow to your King
Father, will You lift my head again?
Father, will You give me the will to rebuild?
- Author: Matt Dyer (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 15th, 2022 18:12
- Comment from author about the poem: Wrote this poem for a professor who lost his eight year old daughter this past summer to a drowning incident. This professor has been an encouragement to me in many and has planted seeds to help me grow a lot.
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Very beautifully written words from the heart, my friend! A wonderful tribute!
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