Sunday, November 27, 2011

Her Life, a Song, and I'm Still Singing

A whisper of the wind, yet You still know my name;
a toss of the waves, yet you call me the same.
Dust from the ground, yet you count every hair;
dust I'll return, yet you take up every care.
So this care I cry out, in mourning and in pain;
I cry onto you, for your peace to fall like rain.
I know right now I'm hurting, but you know this so much more;
right now, I'm in yearning, but your love's my solid shore.
Now I'll stand upon your beach, in which the grains are known;
I'll stand for now, knowing, it's her soul in which you own.

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