Tell me friend, why must you die?
Why must your loved ones stand with empty arms
And ask the question why?
Help me know, so I can go on,
How when your love and faith sustained me
Can the precious gift be gone?
From the depths of sorrow I cry,
The pains of grief within my soul arise,
the whispering of The Spirit still my cries.
Didn’t he say he sent us to be tested?
Didn’t he say the way would not be sure?
But, didn’t he say we could live with him forever more,
Well and whole if we but patiently endure.
After the sorrow we will be blessed, but this life is the test.
