Elijah is a cry of pain
Splitting the skies, tearing our eyes
He is a broken heart
Spilling its life blood on the ground
With hollow eyes and sleepless nights all around
The prophet rode the heavens in a chariot of fire
Our Elijah left in a chariot of violence
Might not the prophet brink him back?
Too much to ask, I know -
Only a little while I need to see him smile -
Then, perhaps, I can let him go.
For Clayton Elijah Don Hinkle
9-14-89/11-12-99
Why
Ten is too young to die.
I’ll spend the rest of my life asking why?
Take my years, Lord. I don’t need them.
Give those years to Elijah - that he might live and not die.
All my life screaming why?
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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