April 4, 2006

Service for a friend

We walked away from the service
It was 5 pm and raining was falling
The grass was wet and as we walked
You stopped to find your calling

You took my hand and turned away
For what reason you would not say
The grass was wet and we stood tall
You stopped to find your calling

We took our chalk and pressed paper against the rock
Just so that we could measure ourselves by life's clock
The stone was cold and we shivered
You stopped to find Him calling

As if touched by an angel
So quickly I saw you taken from me
Why would it be now?
How could this be just?

I walked away from the service
It was 5 pm and the sky was falling
So I stopped to pick it up and there I saw you
You stopped me to show me the way

As if touched by an angel
So quickly I saw you taken from me
Why would it be now?
How could this be just?

The rain is falling, but the sky is revealing
We walked together, your hand still in mine
So we stopped to talk about it
And you came back into me again

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