Saturday, August 8, 2015

I Visit Where You Lay

I visit you where you lay
Awaiting this resurrection that was promised
I visit in the summer heat
I visit in the winter cold
All the seasons gone under the sun
Some flowers I leave
A stone I take

This heart I wear on my sleeve
You were taken from me tears apart my faith
Feeling as if the promise of heaven is make-believe
I dream of you
I talk to you every day
Sometimes I wonder if you can hear in your own special way

Perhaps I will return to dust
Perhaps without this heart like the tin man I will rust
Now I lay me down to sleep
Not caring if the Lord my soul he keeps
The swallows fly
The ravens see
These harbingers they bring me rest
You're amongst angels
Give them my best