1) GRIEF IS A THIEF
Poem #0021
Just like a thief, who comes unexpected
Grief shows its face, when we’re least protected
We can pretend it’s not happening, we can choose to deny
Or we can turn to the Bible, and give God a try
Grief is a deep and very powerful emotion
You’ll feel tossed and turned, like a wave on the ocean
Grief comes to us in all shapes and sizes
It brings us confusion, and all kinds of surprises
Our Lord stays close to those who are brokenhearted
While we mourn for our love ones, those dearly departed
He knows we will feel alone and forgotten
But He will never forsake us, our hurts He will soften
Peter felt grief, when Jesus he denied knowing
And he wept when the roaster, he heard 3 times crowing
But Jesus forgave him, with love not commanding
He forgave his son, with great understanding
God understands about grief and sorrow
He says live for today, and don’t worry about tomorrow
God wants His Children to never fear grief
He’ll always protect us because He knows, “Grief is a Thief”
“THE BIBLE POET” – JAlexander
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2) Should You Go First
Should you go first and I remain
To walk the road alone,
I’ll live in memory’s garden, dear,
With happy days we’ve known.
In Spring I’ll watch for roses red
When fades the lilac blue,
In early Fall when brown leaves call
I’ll catch a glimpse of you.
Should you go first and I remain
For battles to be fought,
Each thing you’ve touched along the way
Will be a hallowed spot.
I’ll hear your voice, I’ll see your smile,
Though blindly I may grope,
The memory of your helping hand
Will buoy me on with hope.
Should you go first and I remain
To finish with the scroll,
No lengthening shadows shall creep in
To make this life seem droll.
We’ve known so much of happiness,
We’ve had our cup of joy
And memory is one gift of God
That death cannot destroy.
Should you go first and I remain,
One thing I’d have you do;
Walk slowly down that long, lone path,
For soon I’ll follow you.
I’ll want to know each step you take
That I may walk the same.
For someday, down that lonely road,
You’ll hear me call your name.
This is What Grief is Like
By Anne Peterson
Grief is a very long journey,
a journey you take on your own.
And no one can know
all the sorrow you feel,
for it is your sorrow alone.
Grief is an awful intruder,
it comes and it stays
night and day.
And no one can look
at the way that you grieve,
and then tell you,
“No, this is the way.”