&nsbp;

I put a flower upon your grave

and ask dear God above,

“Why Lord did you take from me

the one I dearly love?”

 

I need her more than heaven.

There are many angels there.

To take my angel here on earth

just doesn’t seem quite fair.

  

As I prayed and cried in anguish

there appeared a gentle breeze,

and I thought I heard a whisper

as I knelt there on my knees.

  

“Sweetheart trust in Him.

Death is not the end.

Time will quickly pass, and then

we’ll be together again.”

&nbs;

The wind went softly on it’s way

 

 

whistling through the trees,

and I found the peace I sought

 

inside a fleeting gentle breeze.

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