Friday, March 27, 2009

8 Weeks



8 Weeks

Of asking why,

Lord, did Tuesday have to die?

8 weeks of tears oft shed,

each a memory of things she said

or did - we loved

to see or hear.

8 weeks of broken hearts,

trying to mend - yet still afar

it seems so odd, this loss we grieve.

It makes no sense but we believe.

You love her Lord, even more than we

and so we beg, you’ll help us see

you weaving our pain for something good.

To bring some meaning, some things understood.

For this we pray, that with each day

You’ll help us see and know your love,

for Tuesday’s life

Knows no bounds and will suffice . . .

Until we see her once again

all face to face in your embrace

3 comments:

Krystal said...

Oh your words are now flowing out of my eyes with tears for Tuesday.

The Eadle Family said...

That is very touching and beautiful. There is not a day that goes by that I don't think of sweet Tuesday, and the rest of the family.

Terri said...

Leslie! Absolutely beautiful!