A pain in my heart which seeped through my soul,
Wretched, tortuous agony,
A prayer that I surface from this deep dark hole,
From this hellish misery.
Oh my God! Oh no! Tell me it is not so,
Someone made a big mistake!
Holy Spirit! Oh Jesus! Oh God! Let me know,
It’s a bad dream from which I will awake.
My Christopher! My love! My precious grandson!
God’s blessed gift to me,
He was weak, he was strong, he was life, he was love,
He was gifted to be able to see.
Deeper than most, into the good things of life,
And into hellish evil too,
He would battle each day with inward strife,
Believing that God would see him through.
But now there came a knock on my door,
And all of a sudden I knew,
His spirit was willing, but his flesh was weak,
Yet I know! God has seen him through.
To a “better place,” where he said he would go,
Where no evil spirit or foe,
Could cause him to suffer anymore,
Through the valleys he walked below.
For now he walks on pastures green,
Beside a crystal sea,
Where one day soon, with him I will share,
Be inspired, be blessed
The Master’s Pen