As I lay me down to sleep,
Images flare in my mind
Fierce as the morning sun,
Terrible as a tidal wave,
Painful as a knife in the gut.
Oh, if only you could see!
The pain of loss,
Naught but a toxic fume,
Consumes my heart
Like a dreadful, heavy blanket
And makes my dreams
Turn to terrible frights
Until the late watches of the night.
One year has passed
Since I saw you last
And a rough one it has been.
I’m haunted by memories
Of that hospital bed and
That look of dread on your face
As you embraced eternity
And left this broken land.
I wear your cross around my neck,
A memorial and a resolve
To daily seek the God you served
As I walk in the light of His Word.
Faith is my right hand man,
Grace is my source of life,
Peace is found through the Lamb,
Love is the enemy of strife,
Kindness flows from this forgiven heart,
Strength comes from Your hand,
Mercy rains from heaven above,
Hope fills the faithful in this land.
Though I miss you as this day creeps on,
In the pain I can’t help but rejoice
At the thought that we will meet again
And sing one more time with one voice
To the Lamb that redeemed us from the fall,
Who called us all by name,
And loved us enough to die in our place
To destroy all our guilt and our shame.
R.I.P. Terry Austin Morgan,
Beloved Father and Friend
(05/22/46 – 11/11/07)