I took my father and mother home to the Lord in prayer
I took my family there
And as I stood at the door and knocked, he opened it to me
I asked a question that made me think
I asked a question that made me want
I asked what would it be for me to see
I asked if I could first see the love and then could it be
I asked if I could be that to them
I asked if I could ask of thee
Could I ask that I am not alone with thee
But I heard a response, “come and see, I have made a way for thee,
To hear my voice and be in my place of suffering”
It is in this that I see
That while I want what is not mine to give
There is freedom and joy in suffering.
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