God wants you in His keeping,
No chance to say goodbye.
He wrapped you His golden arms,
You'll find out what its like to fly.
I cry 'I love you! '
God nods His head and grins.
He pulls into His chest.
Knowing what could have been.
He has His reasons,
That I know nothing of.
I know you will be going,
To that place up above.
He takes your hand,
Holding it to His beating heart.
You smile in response,
Leaving me behind.
Feet lifting off the ground,
You spread your wings and fly.
Leaving me without a goodbye.
I sit on the ground, and begin to cry.
There were so many things,
So many things I had to say.
Its too late now,
For you have passed away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good. i love the whole visualization. in the end we can never be ready to let a loved on go