Thy, not my, but why
Its thy will, not mine. On loss and death, I ask why. And I wait, and trust. We are given so many blessings; love and gifts. It hurts when they go. Memories we want. A last, final hug/smile/glance, A little more time. Pain makes us forget We're promised eternity with loved ones and Love. We forget our time Is limited here on Earth. Its thy will, not mine. 3/25/2017