I can't believe
...that he's never coming back. It still doesn't seem real. I don't want it to...
I miss him SO much.
God hath not promised
skies always blue,
Flower strewn pathways
all our lives through;
God hath not promised
sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow
peace without pain.
God hath not promised
smooth roads and wide,
Swift easy travel, needing no guide;
Never a mountain, rock and steep,
Never a river, turbid and deep.
But God hath promised
strength for the day,
Rest for the labor, light for the way.
Grace for the trails, help from above,
Unfailing sypathy, undying love.......