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NO MISTAKE

NO MISTAKE
When Death in dark finality
Would tempt this heart to break,
I must remember through my tears
That you make no mistake.

The fact that I don't understand
Should not a hindrance be,
My faith in God would judge these tears
As rendered selfishly.

It's but for loneliness I cry,
My loved one does not weep;
He walks green hills beside his Lord,
And sleeps where angels sleep.

Already he has touched his face,
And kissed those nail-pierced feet.
Already he has danced upon
A shimmering golden street.

How could I seek to call him back?
He's where he longed to be.
He never wanted less than this
My tears are but for me.

Remind me, Lord, as smoke ascends
From ashes to the skies.
That from the ashes of my grief
Perfection shall arise.

And you do all things out of Love,
And you do all things well.
You never make mistakes, dear Lord.
Your hand can but excel

You do not fail; you've never failed.
And as you give you take.
I must not sorrow for I know
That you make no mistake.

Comments

quietworld said…
Beautiful. Reminds me a bit of Christina Rossetti's When You Are Dead My Dearest.
October 28, 2015 at 9:39 PM
DKM REPORTING said…
Just looked it up. It does.
October 29, 2015 at 11:37 AM
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