For HerShe tosses through the night in broken sleep
No comfort does she find, no sweet repose
There is no help for her in counting sheep
For she can only dream of Donna Rose
The emptiness consumes her as she weeps
Her troubled mind is full of all her woes
Her broken heart a steady rhythm keeps
In honor of her darling Donna Rose
No sound she makes, no whisper, not a peep
Her silent tears she struggles to compose
Her memory, a jumbled, painful heap
And full of only thoughts of Donna Rose
She's overwhelmed for she did not suppose
That she could ever lose her Donna Rose.
December 12, 2010Death reared his ugly head and looked me in the eye.
"The thing you cherish most is mine. It is no use to try.
I've come to steal your joy. I've come to dim your light.
I've come to magnify your pain and fill your soul with fright."
He took from me what I regarded as most dear
He pierced my soul clear through with his most cruel spear
He bruised my weakened heel and battered me about
He grasped my faith candle and tried to blow it out.
But with each breath he spent, the flame grew ever higher
In trying to dim my faith, he wrestled my messiah
Though I had little strength, he could not overcome
For God became my rock, my shelter and my home.
And Height and depth and death are powerless when faced
With God, his all surpassing love, his mercy and his grace
Donna RoseDarling child, my precious little rose
Once I held you close within my womb
Now, my Lord has drawn you ever close
Never once were you allowed to bloom
Always to be claimed by death's repose
Restless here, I long to see my babe
Observe your life as you mature and grow
See your tiny hands, your precious face
Embrace you, love you, never let you go