Plucked from Earth like the flower you are,
so delicate and rare, your gentle heart.
Heaven knows you’re too good for this world,
so you’re called to the Kingdom, the most precious of the pearls.
God wanted you back, even though I wasn’t done.
Our time was only beginning, all the years just felt like one.
My desperate arms are reaching out.
I’m wishing I could hold you now.
But no matter how hard I beg or plead,
God won’t bring you home to me.
This broken heart still beats for you,
always and forever, til life is through.
I know I’ll see you again someday,
but now the years are in my way.
How cruel life is to steal what it gives,
and taunt me with unfulfilled promises.
Each day that finally passes brings me closer to you,
closer to Heaven and the One I pray to.
He answers and shows me the reasons I live,
for glory in Him and His blessed gifts.