My words may be unto unheard ears.
And my tears may be shared.
Together hand and hand we hold on tight, gripping onto false reality.
Blue eyes, a silly laugh, a beautiful woman, Gods perfect creation.
Destroyed by mankind, dying of sickness.
We still hold on,
Gripping onto hope instead of God, He will save us and save the Angel beside me.
Because in my eyes she is an Angel,
Silly laugh, blue eyes,
Once filled with life.
God I call out to you,
Not for myself but for the dear life that lies before me.
In unheard words she calls out to you the only way she knows!
Sentences are no longer a part of her!
She is one of your children,
She followed the footsteps you gave her, now she’s here on the verge of disintegrating into thin air!
But I trust in you just as she did.
I pray and call out to you Oh great Lord of mine save this woman from her suffering and heal her like you have healed me of my sinful wounds.
Lord I cry out to you for her, I am the words, the sentences, the prayers she can not utter out!
I am her cries for help, I am, I am, I am Lord together we call out to you!
Lord oh Lord
I know of your power!
I know of your goodness!
Cleanse her from head to toe, she knows of your presence and she awaits to join you in your kingdom. No longer suffering, walking, praising, and singing of your goodness. In your kingdom where her blue eyes shine and her laugh can bring joy all around.
Heal her if not for me but for herself!
And before her final breath she’ll call out to you, hallelujah on her tongue. And in that time may you give us the strength we’ll need, for all we need is to trust in you and in your hand do I know that I’ll be fine without my Queen until its my turn to called on by you my Lord. So I pray to you my Lord the only way I know, poetry..