I stand here with my hands clenched fast
Memories playing through my mind
Desperately wanting to hold on tight
To when I held your hand in mine.
And as the tears quietly fall
I’m so proud of who you’ve become.
In disbelief how fast it’s gone
Now an emptiness to overcome.
I’m excited for the future
But it’s the “lasts” I focus on.
Mourning all that will not be
All the changes when you’re gone.
But maybe if I switch it
Finding the “firsts” within the “lasts”
The future will look brighter
When I’m not dwelling on the past.
For the “firsts” are a blessing
A celebration of what once was
A moving forward in God’s plan
Not in spite of but because.
Because of your decisions,
Your hard work, your growing up.
Because your heart holds Jesus
It runneth over, that’s my cup.
So when the tears sneak down my face
It’s all the love I have for you.
For I know our God, our Father,
Has greater plans for you to do.
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