Monday, January 16, 2012
You Hold Me Now
For the ten minutes that I stood there, my hands held out, my eyes wet with tears my thoughts and my love went to God. Ninety-three days without my little girl, my world is dark, my anger is ramped, my hurt is deep, my sorrow, never ending. Some days are great, some days are good, some days are horrific, but this life is so small in comparison to what God has waiting for us. My suffering is now a part of who I am, my daughters death is engraved in my soul, I carry her sweet spirit with me until the day we meet again.
This is the story of my heart, buried beneath the pain this is my song.