Heaven On A Sunday

 

You left me on a Sunday.
My life will never be the same.
Such a day of suffering for you and me;
But yours was so much more to be.

You tried to talk but could not.
Still things you and I needed to say.
You tried to grab my hand to say good bye, 
But you had no strength left inside.

You turned to look at me with those once beautiful eyes.
Now showing stress of your long journey of this terrible thing inside.
You seem to say to me everything would be okay.
You were on your way to Heaven on this Sunday.

As I watched your breath so labored and hard,
Your chest rises and falls.
My heart breaks into pieces to never be whole again.
I see the pain you have endured and the scars on your body of a battle you fought so very hard.
Tears rolled down my cheeks for the last time your name I call.

I kiss your lips and tell you to go with our Savior. 
I watch you with my heart overflowing with love,
As life leaves your face and you look at me for the very last time.
I know you have gone above.

Your body relaxes and my heart is crushed.
I know my life will never be the same.
God took you home at seven on a Sunday. 
I can’t seem to get away from the pain.

I live with the pain of losing you everyday. 
I relive each and every heartbreaking moment of that Sunday.
I pray for strength, Grace, and Mercy.
God please take my pain away.
I pray the pain will lessen and my heart won’t break as much next Sunday as today.

God took you home on a Sunday.
I miss you more than I can say.
If I had a choice of what day our Lord would come for me,
I have to say,
I would choose to go to Heaven on a Sunday.
Just like the Lord took you that day.

Written by Lisa Beckermann for her Love Barry Bear.