When We All Meet Again Poem by Joann Hill

I have loved and I have lost, and I have learned to mask life's pain,
by climbing hills of highs and lows in search for more than I could see,
to heal what pains inside of me.
I have felt a force so strong, it pressed against my will,
and tasted tears that would not quench the thirst that laid within.
Life can cut and life can tear,
but God can mold and mend,
and time can find that which was lost,
‘when we all meet again'!
Inspired by God, scribed by Joann Hill