My Heart Weeps
How many holes can my heart endure?
Piece by piece, Death takes his share
And leaves me grieving, once more weeping
wondering who Death next will snare.
Time grows older; friend to none.
Loved ones leave; gone before.
When I turn to view those loved ones,
the lines stretch back forever more.
Then I turn to face the future
startled to see before me now,
shoulder to shoulder, infant to elders
Rows and rows, e’en yet unborn.
Hordes of loved ones, lines unbroken
stretch before me, aft and fore.
I hold my place, bow my head.
Thankful tho my heart is broken.
Blessed am I to stand in line.
My heart weeps
from love unspoken.
Yet I rejoice in this place that’s mine.
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