It’s not so easy to find the right words,
Ones hopefully you’ve not already heard.
There is nothing I can say, no scriptures I can quote,
For you know them all,
Have received many in hand written notes.
When someone will say, I know how you feel,
No you never will, not such anguish and unrelenting pain deep inside,
Not unless you too have had a child that died.
And these words might be spoken, it gets better in time, keep your eyes on the prize,
Soon you will see Ryan in a beautiful paradise.
But way in the back corners of your mind,
You may not want to wait until that time.
You want him near, want him now, want him here,
How to get past this hour, this day, month and year.
You cling to each other while holding Jehovah’s hand,
Silent pain, nightly tears, always he will understand.
He will be watching through sun rays and behind every cloud,
Listening to you pray attend meetings and preach,
And without a doubt you both will make him proud.
Always staying within his glory, within his reach,
Hold on to each other while walking with God.
You did it, got through it all standing side by side,
With your congregations love and Jehovah there to guide.
Soon there’ll be no more flowing tears, just a soft whimper and a low sighing.
And look! beyond the storm, the battle and the victory, comes the calm, the peace,
the resurrection and then Ryan.