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In His Hands Now
This poem was written as an ode to my best friend growing up who simply couldn't take it anymore and took his own life. I loved him dearly, and I will miss him like mad. Until we meet again, my friend...
You were just here, and now you are gone.
I suppose you felt like you didn't belong.
All those who say what you did was so wrong,
Don't realize God forgives those who aren't that strong.
You were so loved, so valued, a friend,
But it was so hard for you to pretend.
The pain was inside you, never would end,
Imagine the pain we feel, never to see you again.
You lit up the room with your beautiful smile,
You could make someone laugh like it was going out of style,
And if ever someone was sad, you'd walk an extra mile
Just to make them happy, even for a little while.
You were so loyal, so trusting, pure gold.
The cards life dealt you, you decided to fold.
And those who loved you now must grow old
Regretting things they had to tell you, but never were told.
We'll miss you each day, and time seems to stand still.
To know that you're gone is still so surreal.
There's a void in our hearts that will never be filled,
But we'll reach out to God, and ask Him to heal.
For you are with Him now, happy and free.
No one can hurt you with their selfish needs.
But you are still with us, even if we can't see
And we'll be with you again, when our time comes to be.