It Wasn’t Her Death...
Moving, then faster, then moving faster again, racing towards an answer, when did the question begin?
In circles she went, stopping in between, never staying long, she'd be up and gone before she was seen.
Looking for the cause of his senseless death, the blame she pointed out. Even when there was no blame, nothing but endless doubt.
Her grief eventually consumed her, taking over her days and nights. Not wanting to accept the reality, her grief she continued to fight.
Her guilt was heavy as she carried the blame, throughout the months and all year long. Denying his absence, she continued to search, only to see weakness, when others saw strong.
The cries happen from time to time, a broken heart still beating fast. Wanting so badly to take his place, if only he would of asked.
Grief knows no time, no special rules apply. It just is what it is, a part of living, as death comes at the end of life.
She doesn’t get to understand, it’s not her turn. It's not for her to know God's plan, it's not her time to learn.
Still searching for a reason, a way for him to be saved. Someday she might get to know, but for now she must wait, wait until Jesus is standing at her grave.
Time has passed, his absence still missed, miles she's traveled, still memories exist.
Acceptance is near, yet there are days of disbelief, just always remember, your love shows up in your grief!