The pictures fall to the floor.
(Heaven is a place where they call my
name)
Two empty beds, a box of toys gather dust.
(Says "please come play with me for awhile")
Voicemails, visitors, the days are a haze.
(God, I know, it's all of this and so much more).
Your lunch is cold, the milk is going to ruin.
(But God, you know this is what I'm aching for).
I wake up, rush to your room, and relive it all over again.
(God, you know, I just can't see beyond the door),
It's always darkest before the dawn.
(But in my minds eye I can see a place),
With your hands on my shoulder I'll visit your caskets.
(Where your glory fills every empty space).
I know that although I couldn't save you, you are safe somehow.
(There's no more goodbye, no more not enough).
You were so pure God couldn't let you go.
(No more enemy, no more).
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