I needed just a sign
that God turned not away
disappointed in His child
for what we could not hide,
or dwell on what went wrong.
We would choose to now move forward
not look back on Why or How,
or think upon the long
days of waiting you’d come around
as we stood by in silent sadness;
yet hanging onto hope
that you’d make it through the days
and your life we prayed to keep,
while God standing watch over you amidst your fear.
He returned to you your life,
and assured us that in spite of what he did allow
He’s not yet through with you, and here.
He never really left, but gave us just some space.
How precious every moment, every day of our lives,
like the rose, the sign I needed
to know He’s always there, and with us day and night.
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Joyce E. Johnson (2017)