Sadder Day

Grief-stricken she remembers their normal Saturday routine today
But now he's gone and this Saturday has become her sadder day
Sobbing she stops and leans up against a nearby wall
Sliding in slow motion now she's sitting on the floor

Hugging her knees she remembers and cries in great grief
Memories like movies flash in her mind and make her weep
Emotions overcome reason and she asks, "Why?... WHY?"
"Why did this have to happen?"  Blinking...looking at the sky

    Every Saturday was our special day
        Hand in hand we'd laugh and sing and pray
            I remember when we used to talk together
                    I remember when we used to walk together...

After the grief storm passed she repented 
She asked Jesus to forgive what she questioned, what she said..
      and after some time passed, all was mended.

   

      For thy Maker is thine husband; the LORD of hosts is his name; 
      and thy Redeemer the Holy One of Israel; 
      The God of the whole earth shall he be called.               Isaiah 54:5

--bro. tim pickl
Saturday 7/23/2005 A.D.

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