In God's Hands

by JL   Jul 19, 2006


I don't want to pretend anymore
I can't seem to stop the tears
I understand God needs you,
He has been needing you for years

And I can't help but think its my fault
(All my fault)
That you stayed this way
Trapped inside a useless shell
Each night I prayed you would stay

You have always been at my side
Always watched my back
Never considered hiding
When I was under attack

And I can't help but think its my fault
(All my fault)
That you stayed this way
Unloved by those around you
Who kept wishing you away

The only time you ever made me cry
Was the day God called your name
You finally broke free
But you will be watching all the same

And I can't help to think its my fault
(All my fault)
It ended up this way
But as the sun breaks through the clouds
I know its true...
We will be together again someday
(together again)
Someday...

*written about my grandpop who is in God's hands now*

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  • 19 years ago

    by JL

    Thanks for the advice Illuminati. I also thought the "I's" were iffy but couldn't figure out another way to say it.
    The reason i say its my fault is because after he had a stroke he was supposed to die. He ended up living for 8 years but kept on deteriorating in front of our eyes; however I kept praying (selfishly) that he would not die. Finally, a few weeks before he died, I realized how unfair it was for me to keep asking God to keep him with me (after talking to my Grandpop). My Grandpop was growing a beard and not eating alot, and when I asked him why, he replied that it was the Lord's wish. To some people that might not mean alot, but he was never a religious person. That night (after some serious crying) I realized it was not up to me for him to live, since my grandpop did not want to be trapped anymore, and everyone around me wanted him dead. Which is why I labeled the poem "In God's Hands" because at that time he was in God's hands and God was going to decide what to do with him; He decided to call my Grandpop home.
    JL
    (sorry its so long)

  • 19 years ago

    by Bill Turner

    Beautifully written and from the heart.

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