Petite Poetry

Vivid images wake me from the dream,

I see you face, I see all of the pain that you have come through,

My thoughts drift to shadowed places as I think,

Why did this have to happen to the one person I have entrusted my heart to?

Why did the pain have to travel with you for so long and touch me through you?

Why did you have to endure the pain of the wicked,

When your smile is only one of purest love?

Why coulden't I have been there for you when it happened?

Why coulden't I have comforted you, and made everything all right?

I feel so helpless in this struggle of heart,

And I feel like I should do somehting, but can't do anything besides cry.

Was it all meant ot happen, that you could meet my Father, and become His child?

Did He make His plans for you and for me, before He even thought ot create us?

Was this... Just meant to be?

Was the pain, the confusion, the hurt, all part of His grander plan, to bring you to know Him?

Was this all just meant to happen... Or had it been a horrible mistake with a beautiful outcome?

If it woulden't have happened, would I know you now?

Or would you be a Child of the Lamb?

Do you think, perhaps, you would still be the man you are?

Would you have such strength and beauty in your soul?

Would you still appriciate every breath you take?

And what of the people whose very lives you've changed?

What would have happened if you hadn't of been there when someone's very soul cried?

Do you think... maybe the devil would have had yet another victom?

I think maybe there was a reason,

I think everything you've been throught has shaped you into the very man I love today,

I think that God was there when you cried,

And I think that He kept you alive that you might keep others,

And I think... Had anything been different, so would you,

And I ask, how could I love you so much, had things been different,

When I love you more than love can describe with things the way they are?

June 19, 2005