I love God when I need a miracle,
I can wait, even if I stay up all night crying,
The lord is my stronghold in times of trouble,
A miracle is not only for believing.
But is simply an vocal condition
For hope to bring some peace into our eyes,
God's mercy is stronger than depression
When grief tries to hide between the tears.
Freedom and pain recite where we should cry,
For the connoisseur of comforting warmth,
There is nothing to lose before we die
And after death, the engagement of both.
Soul and spirit unite in stronger bond than life
Both companions will become more deeply alike.
Sometimes just to be near them sharing in grief
The brief smiles that memories make.
And what condition on earth was worse,
When we couldn't even comfort ourselves
A connoisseur was braver than the path we chose,
And took God's mercy to comfort us.
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