I’d wish you happy birthday
if I could
But you’re gone
It’s too late
Eighteen was the last
year you saw
And now I don’t know
what to do.
I only know that
every time he calls you baby brother
I feel tears start
again
Though I hardly even
knew you
I can’t forget that
smile.
Do you ever wonder
why bad things happen? Why the world can’t just be a happy place full of love
and joy and perfect peace? It’s our fault, I know that. Us people we messed it
up. But it never stops making me sad. Or grateful. I’m grateful that I have a
Savior who died. Because of His love, someday I won’t have to be afraid
anymore.
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