DOROTHY'S VISION

August 2, 2003

Too hot to go outside and work;
Too boring here inside;
Lonely hours around me lurk,
Reminding me my Sweetheart died.
I know to think in this sad vein
Will do no good, and do much harm;
It will at last drive me insane
If I don't find the Master's arm.

Somehow I find it hard to pray,
To tell you, Lord, just how I feel,
I'm prone to grieve and waste the day,
But what I should do now is kneel.
Perhaps You'll help me word my prayer,
Give thanks to You for many years
That my sweet wife was always there;
Perhaps those thanks might dry my tears.

I feel it's wrong to sit and grieve;
That's not what she would have me do;
So why these thoughts that so deceive;
Hang over me, and make me blue?
Take my mind, Dear Lord, I pray;
Rebuild in it an attitude
That melts away this grief today,
And fills my soul with gratitude.

For family she left to me
I praise your Holy Name;
For works she often helped me see,
That moved me toward what I became;
For love she lavished with no bounds,
Often at such sacrifice;
These all should surely be good grounds
For heeding her last good advice.

With loving eyes, on her death bed,
No sign of fear, or harsh regret,
She searched my soul and calmly said,
"Rebuild our life; you're not through yet."
So why should I sit here and cry,
When she foresaw a brighter day;
Should not I retrain my eye
To see her vision as I pray?