Goodbye Susan

To Lose a Dear Friend:

What words are there to lament my grief?
There really are no words to say,
all the condolences just seem so trite
for the sorrow I wish to convey.

Silence seems the only appropriate response
 the only expression of heaviness my heart
can endure; thoughts of you bring tears so bitter
from whence this world you must depart

I think of the mark you left on those you knew
one of kindness, faithfulness and grace
So that I cannot help but feel the powerful sting
of death, as I anticipate your mark this place

to say "dont go" I know is selfish
when you have nothing left here but pain
when I know that God will guide your soul
to a place where sin can no longer stain

But when God gives the world a treasure
and it can only last for a short while,
you take the time you have to care for it
and cherish the hugs and the smiles

But when it comes time for him to retrive
that precious gift you can't help but repine
Because you had a small taste of that presish
soul that was promised and left for a time.

It's ok to say, "I love you" and to love the 
memories that you held dear. Though words cant 
carry the weight of the wonderful person
who now lies below, cold but free from fear


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