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I put a flower upon your grave
and ask dear God above,
“Why Lord did you take from me
the one I dearly love?”
I need her more than heaven.
There are many angels there.
To take my angel here on earth
just doesn’t seem quite fair.
As I prayed and cried in anguish
there appeared a gentle breeze,
and I thought I heard a whisper
as I knelt there on my knees.
“Sweetheart trust in Him.
Death is not the end.
Time will quickly pass, and then
we’ll be together again.”
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The wind went softly on it’s way
whistling through the trees,
and I found the peace I sought
inside a fleeting gentle breeze.
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