I sometimes ask the Lord
Why he took you before me,
And though he’s never answered-
I guess it was meant to be.
I tell myself you’re watching,
That you’re never really far away,
I sometimes feel the slightest touch
When I bow my head to pray.
I know heaven must have a window
With no curtain to hide the view,
I know you probably stand there often
And watch me missing you.
I know you’re helping me to go on,
You’re guiding me through the pain,
I somehow sense you’re telling me,
There’s more sunshine now then rain.
Each new day now dawns with meaning,
Something inside of me rings so true,
Today will slip into yesterday
And I’ll be one day closer to you.

~ written by Rhonda Groves ~