My Son,
The time has come
His will be done
God forever took my son.
I know he's in a better place,
I know he's in God's good grace.
But
Here at home are all of his things,
His photos, his clothing echoes of his voice as he sings,
Sadly, all are just bittersweet memories for me.
My tears flow steadily like a stream
How I wish it were all a dream.
The time will come
His will be done
I will rise one day
just like the sun.
I must accept the things I cannot change
And remember that heaven is in my range.
The time will come
His will be done
I will one day
rejoin my son.