Dear Lord, she meant so much to me,
Yet I would push and shove.
Oh, I, blind I, too blind to see
Behind her faults, her love.
And now she's gone, and I remain
Imprisoned in my grief.
You know I'll never be the same
Unless You bring relief.
Dear Lord, I can't undo the past,
Can't make her hurt undone.
Dear Lord, please grant for her at last
To be with Him, Your Son.
Maurice A. Williams
Copyright 2002