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