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Who can ever understand?
The way I feel today,
For Jesus took my baby boy,
He would not let him stay.
A reason why it was not gave,
But suddenly his gone,
Why did you take my baby boy?
What did I do so wrong?
My boy was there one moment,
Gurgling with a smile,
I did not know he'd leave me,
Or I'd held him for a while.
Silence fell upon the room,
My boy he closed his eyes,
I thought he was just sleeping,
But was wrong to my surprise.
My baby boy had left me,
To Jesus he had gone,
My God why did you do this?
What ever have I done?
Now I stand so lonely,
Depressed filled with despair,
Life is just sad memories,
Does Jesus really care?
Why did you take my baby boy?
How can the angels sing?
When life is full of sadness,
Empty from within.
My heart is torn and shattered,
This loss so hard to bear,
Heaven if you hear me,
You haven't been that fair.
Set for self destruction,
My soul inside this shell,
Must some how find a life ‘line,
That saves me from this hell.
My baby boy has gone now,
Left for me is pain,
As I look upon his picture,
I softly call his name.
One day I know I'll see him,
When Jesus comes for me,
But lord without the answer,
I never will be free.
So who can ever understand?
The way I feel today,
For Jesus gave no answer,
Why he took my boy away.
By B Kingsford Copyright 2004
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