wondering why his children are dying?
A more painful feeling cannot be found,
as a child being placed in the ground.
A beautiful face from the start,
is now a memory in the heart.
You will never get over the pain,
nothing will ever be the same.
The hand you used to hold,
now is so very cold.
There will not be a sound,
from the cold rotting ground.
A tear falls from Jesus face,
why cant this be a happy place?
Outside it sharts to rain,
those are Jesus crying tears of pain.
The children that used to play,
are in heaven and for them we pray.
When you go to sleep with fright,
praying it will be a peaceful night.
Look to the heavens and see,
a love above from thee.
When you fall asleep tonight,
knowing he loves you with all his might.
