The word falls heavy, burdened, on our ears,

“He died,” is whispered in this mortal tone,

renewal of our daily frights and fears,

you’re lost, adrift, and utterly alone.

It seems like you may never see the sun,

or laugh again – how can you, when he’s gone?

A different race is set for you to run –

as surely as time flows, you will go on.

But still, the dark of night may overcome –

your head is down, your footsteps heavy trod.

You cannot feel – you’re shocked, and worn, and numb.

Don’t fear to run, still weeping, to your God.

“My child,” He’ll say, “no longer to despair.”

For he’s with God and waiting for you there.