Too early, we say, taken--
Gone now, much too soon--
This child, still in his morning,
Sunset before noon.
The Lord, though, has his reason--
Hidden from our eyes--
Permitting such short season,
Tender crop for skies.
He doesn't cause the leaving--
This fruit of Adam's sin--
And tempers our great grieving:
The dead will rise again.
Jesus said..., “I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live...."
Note: My closest friend's mother-in-law died yesterday. Both families can use prayers.