My Valentine for
Stephen
Your life was cut short, for reasons unknown
You had much to offer, still God showed you home.
Away that you went when Jesus said, "Come."
Are you now playing for our Savior, as you so eagerly did us?
Forget you I won't, you showed me much passion.
Of music, of life, and your awesome romancing.
One look in those eyes, was all that it took.
For in that one instant, I simply was hooked.
27 years this month, now it has been,
the last time I saw you,
you were looking quite grim.
For now was the time to return to California.
I could see you were sad, while I searched in your eyes;
a tear nearly dropped as you started to speak,
"I'm really not ready, you know; -to leave you just yet."
While searching my friend, almost 30 years later,
I sadly discovered you had already gone.
Just two weeks two late, who knew that could be.
I'm sure that it was God's timing, what else would it be.
For if we had been reacquainted,
even more devastated, I truly would be.
Although I just 17, and you 23,
there was a tight bond only you and I knew.
We parted our ways, and said, "See you later."
You touched my heart then, as I know I did yours;
only a moment was allowed, for that was the end.
I thank you dear Stephen for showing compassion,
to the eager, shy girl that easily excepted.
Without sharing your heart, as you did long ago,
I would not have such memories
you leave for me now.
I go on trying not to be sad.
No more being mad, because I was late;
when thinking of you, I chose to be glad.
God gave me a gift, not meaning for keeps,
the gift he has given me, was a season with you.
May you go in peace Stephen, and God have you now.
I will be coming one day, for a promise I have.
To all who choose Jesus -to save you your soul,
will one day share Paradise--with God and all who have chose.
No sense in saying goodbye, we didn't say it before.
Yet it's my turn, to shed a sad tear, while telling you now-
"I'm really not ready, you know- to leave you just yet."
as we are parting our ways, you do know the line...
"I'll see you later," when it is time.
Your friend,
Marilyn |
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