Patience is needed to carry
This loss that I feel
A shoulder to lean on
So, someday I will heal.
God sent my family
My friends and spirits unknown
So, I won't carry this Basket
For-ever alone
Someday, I'll lay down my Basket
With burdens' no more
My pain will be gone
When, I cross through that door
Then I'll know reason
For my Basket of Burdens
How God showed me His grace
When I couldn't cope with the season
Love and support that He gave
When His presence felt unknown
He was with me each step
When I felt so alone.
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Letters To The Dead.
PoezjaIn Memory Of The Dead. * * * con·do·lence /kənˈdōləns/ noun an expression of sympathy, especially on the occasion of a death.
