Look upon my beloved.
Tell me what you see;
An old man fighting for his life,
Struggling just to breathe?
No matter how much longer
The fight for life goes on,
We won’t forget the good times;
When we had breath for songs.
Yes, happy songs were ours to sing
And children our delight.
Muscles, then, were elegant;
Our eyes were clear and bright.
When did the osmosis occur?
When did the war begin?
When did we slow to snail pace,
Becoming feathers in the wind?
Even the songs of the Lord are mute
When there’s no breath to expel.
Watching, so helpless, with strangers
Is like a living hell.
So, the tears run silently down my face,
Yearning to do what I cannot do.
I can’t remember a single thing but good
Ever coming from you.
If faith ever glowed in a tender heart,
If hope every thrived in a soul,
If love persevered through fiery trials ~
I recognize these as your goals.
So, tonight there’s a veil o’er the future,
A fog hovers in our path.
We’ve prayed and sought God for the answers.
Will He grant the miracle asked?
We know that He has a purpose.
He’s too wise and far too just
To make any error or do any wrong.
So, we wait in the press, as we must ...
Going on, every hour, with Jesus ~
In Whom we believe and receive;
Understanding He’s there, through the sun and the storm.
Though, we can’t comprehend what’s conceived.
We know we abide in the company
That’s been blest through red pages of Love;
That, someday, the birth will happen ~
Even if it’s in Heaven above!
