Resting in the bounty of the Lord

Let his flawless soul travel the distance between truth and lies.
Where eyes no longer show that which was once hidden.
He took so much. Almost all of me.

Take his righteous soul and keep it safe.
Where hands can no longer reach, soothing touch can no longer bring relief.
He took so much. Almost all of me.

Ask him not to measure love from the tears that drip.
Or to bear the secrets that we have entrusted with him.
He took so much. Almost all of me.

Now I see that time will not have mercy on me.
Slashed my heart open, watches it bleed, stealing a part of me.
He took my heart. Almost all of me.

Show him what he’s done.
Dried tears when they fell like rain, kept whispers like breeze, sang with the angels on an empty field.
He took so much. Almost all of me.

My one love, just a fragile ghost, I demand you to haunt me.
Your eyes spoke of tender love, unforgettable gratitude.
You took so much. Almost all of me.

Now I’m hurting. Aching. Bleeding.
And you’re in a hurry. Helping. Giving.
But you left me here. Grieving. Crying.
I want you back. I want you back.

May you rest your head on velvet grass, safely, happily, in the bounty of the Lord.