there are no words
there never are
to share the grief
when a child dies
when a loved one suicides
and inside we cry
but words are all we have
to form the thoughts
to describe what's inside us
the emotions and the sorrows
our joys and other stuff
Words are our tools of mind
from which we build thoughts
We can write them down
so they last in time
Words are what God gives to us
in the Old and New Testaments
they come from Him to us
so that we know His love
Words are our brick and mortar
we build concepts from
that we use to know the love
God has for us
Words are all we have
as our tools of thought
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