I
ask you Dear God, why am I here
What
is the reason I was sent,
I
cry until I cannot see through my eyes,
Because
you understand pain
You
will not turn your back
For
people, who are no longer the same.
Ask
Me why, My answer is this
I
need your help, please do not miss,
Help
the mother who just lost her child
Out
of all I know, you will try
I
send you here for a reason, that is why.
In
Heaven, I will be your biggest fan
Ask
your God to hold your hand,
I
will take your cross when you grieve
I
will be your eyes to see".
©Linda
Ann Henry