As I’ve journeyed on this path through life,
I’ve trod on stones, moss and sand.
They’ve each presented challenges and strife;
refining me into who I am.
You will think of him often.
You will think of him with love.
You will think of him free from pain;
Celebrating with God above.
Your thoughts will bring you laughter.
Your thoughts will bring you pain.
Your thoughts will bring you comfort;
As you think of meeting again.
My daughter, I love you.
My daughter, I care.
When you are hurting,
I am always there.
She is sitting by the window,
Watching the world go by.
Longing wraps his arms around her heart.
She watches mothers walk by,
Their infants nestled against their breasts,
Her arms empty, heart aching, and soul yearning.
There is a God who loves you,
There is a God who cares,
At times He seems far away,
But He is always there.
Her heart lays broken
Shattered into thousands of pieces
Like a clay pot shoved to the floor.