Grief poem: We're lonely, Lord

We’re lonely, Lord

There’s lonely times for guys and gals, so — then — what do we DO?

Lonely happens — it’s gonna be — we’re lonely without you.

When darkness seems to cover me, it’s hard to find my way.

You’re missed, dear one, so constantly; it’s hard to face the day.

When storms do rage and thunder rolls and howling winds do blow;

We thank the Lord, who cares for us, He’s here with us, we know.

Then fluffy clouds race back and forth crossing the sky so blue,

You see the high, we see the low — you must have quite the view!

We think of you on other...