A Father’s Presence

From her cold numb hands
the flowers fall.
He only used her,
cared naught at all.
Standing in white,
she’s trying to fight,
the tears.
All words he said,
now fall dead,
on her ears.
She sinks to her knees,
and softly a breeze,
rustles her hair.
As rain starts to fall,
she sends up a call,
to her father.
Then through the rain,
and her fog of pain,
He comes.
Lifting her up,
wrapped in his love,
God holds his child,
and lets her cry.

Without Ceasing

Thanks be to God
For he hears our prayers
He sees our tears
And he understands
He hears hearts grieve
And he lends his hands
To hold us up
To lift us up
Father you are worthy
Worthy to be praised
Gracious a Dios!
For he heard me when I prayed
For I did as he commanded
Knowing he would answer
I prayed without ceasing

Praise God! I still have my friend, she is still with me!