I see a husband and wife
As they speak about the loss of a son
Their spirits rent
heartbroken beyond belief
They needed a miraicle
That would cure the malady of his mind
They took their place in line
One that stretches thru the heavens
All the way to edge of the cosmos
As it always has and always will
A mother and father wanting their child healed
No different than anyone else
All wanting their loved one protected and healed
A congregation prayed
Professional help and care was obtained
All seemingly to no avail
Today the child rests in the fold of our Maker
Never stop seeking that miracle
It doesn't end there
Pray quietly
Set an example for others to see and admire
Those that follow
Will build upon that foundation
I won’t be finished until I am dust