It was almost close to midnight
Chirpping crickets sounds I heard,
During the darkest night ever.
Mixed emotions of excitement,
Because my baby is coming.
I awaken by mesirable moaning
of my dearly beloved agonizing,
To the doctor rushed her for treatment
Oh! God. . . You've taken her from me -
Seems the whole world had fallen upon me.
I can't believe that you are dead
I hold you so tight but tender -
pressed your cold hands and kissed you then
but . . no! your pronounced dead,
my dearly beloved.
Lord - if, it's then my fate -
Teach me to stand as a real man.
Bear this mesirable remembering,
Recalling that I and my beloved had cared so much.
The mistaken belief of never ending happiness.
Never come to mind that everything has its ending.
And all are Yours my God . . . .
The only thing I'll pray for you - - -
God - - please takecare of my dearest beloved.
The most difficult day has come.
Besides the casket I was so confused
With tears stopless fallen.
Emptiness and a chocking loneliness.
I felt because you left me dear.
If only I could join you there,
Sleeping on my arms together -
Bring back your life and my baby angel for me -
Perhaps God loved you and baby so much than I - -
So, He had taken you both far away from me.
Days go on so gloomy and hard to believe,
I have to send you both into your grave - - -
The hardest moment of depart,
I don't know if I have to live again - -
or take my life together with you.
Fresh flowers I bring,
You could not hear me crying . . . sobbing,
Longing for your presence and tender cares.
I can do nothing . . but face life's realities,
Without pretend . . . without complain . . .
Lord! intrusting to You my dearest ones.
Please bind our family again . . . .
In Your Heavenly Kingdom someday.
I submit with all humility - - -
For will - Oh! God be done.
Like Job - - whose faith and trust never wave.
Chirpping crickets sounds I heard,
During the darkest night ever.
Mixed emotions of excitement,
Because my baby is coming.
I awaken by mesirable moaning
of my dearly beloved agonizing,
To the doctor rushed her for treatment
Oh! God. . . You've taken her from me -
Seems the whole world had fallen upon me.
I can't believe that you are dead
I hold you so tight but tender -
pressed your cold hands and kissed you then
but . . no! your pronounced dead,
my dearly beloved.
Lord - if, it's then my fate -
Teach me to stand as a real man.
Bear this mesirable remembering,
Recalling that I and my beloved had cared so much.
The mistaken belief of never ending happiness.
Never come to mind that everything has its ending.
And all are Yours my God . . . .
The only thing I'll pray for you - - -
God - - please takecare of my dearest beloved.
The most difficult day has come.
Besides the casket I was so confused
With tears stopless fallen.
Emptiness and a chocking loneliness.
I felt because you left me dear.
If only I could join you there,
Sleeping on my arms together -
Bring back your life and my baby angel for me -
Perhaps God loved you and baby so much than I - -
So, He had taken you both far away from me.
Days go on so gloomy and hard to believe,
I have to send you both into your grave - - -
The hardest moment of depart,
I don't know if I have to live again - -
or take my life together with you.
Fresh flowers I bring,
You could not hear me crying . . . sobbing,
Longing for your presence and tender cares.
I can do nothing . . but face life's realities,
Without pretend . . . without complain . . .
Lord! intrusting to You my dearest ones.
Please bind our family again . . . .
In Your Heavenly Kingdom someday.
I submit with all humility - - -
For will - Oh! God be done.
Like Job - - whose faith and trust never wave.
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i pray for him, to be strong and faith in god.
god bless you
will completely recover and in- trust his fate to the Lord . . . god bless you .
that sometimes chocking a person to death.
oh! how wonder to read such . . . .
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