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autumn leaves rustle gently
across the street of dreams
remembering things old in pure essence
trying to learn my lessons
while enjoying the new buds that rise with the warm spring
remembering you're there,
sistering new and old things
wait for eternal, hope springs
but now I can look within what you've given me,
and find true happiness
one day at a park bench, an old man sat down
thinking about lessons of old
as a young man sat next to him, perplexed
the old man wondered what troubled his soul
the young man watched his child play
but he wondered why he was alone
why his wife of 10 years was taken from him
why was his wife, his child's mother, stolen
he tried to move on, he tried to find reason
tried to find comfort, God, a lesson
but all he could do was was smile in the midst of pain
but what could he say to his son, that was the question
the old man looked to the sky
said he couldn't explain why
but he knew God was just
even if His ways are mysterious
the old man looked to the sky once again
felt disheartened that he couldn't be of more help
answers even in his old age he lacked
but it was in his faith he trusted, even there, he sat and reflected, prayed to himself
eyes, the gateway to the soul some say
but then why, why can't I see anything beyond the surface
Lord, let me look into the soul,
if I can't do something, please fill the hole
the journeyman weary not from the journey
but from the pain that lies within
what it took within the mind, heart, soul
to reach the destination
the battle lies not in flesh, or bled dried blood,
that isn't what caused the hole
deep within, inside there I can't understand
while I can climb a mountain, physical will can push me forward
but it takes faith and not my own strength
to build a fortress
that I can build on a rock
with those thoughts, all he could say
was a heart felt apoligy, best wish, and a silent prayer
that while God ways are not always understood, He is fair, just
He won't forsake those He loves, His children, all of us
look to the heavens and reach out for Him
that your loss even while felt
will He get the glory out of circumstance
that the hole you feel in process be filled
the man looked into the old man's eyes
he could see into his soul
how he felt genuine pain, through his glance
the man started to find hope
as he looked out to his son
he realized all wasn't lost
that through this trial, so much could be done
that he couldn't turn away from God, his wife's life was bought at cost
and from that day, he had hope once again
10 years later, the son became a man
Jeremiah, sweet, strong Jeremiah,
his mother used to sing so softly in his ears
rested surefoot in the lessons he was taught
by his father, even through all the emotions that were fought
it was his father, mother, that helped him stand
but the crucial lesson taught by his mother, reaffirmed by father
that God would help him stand, in the midst of it all
her memory, helped push him on
the sadness he felt, will be used to aid someone else
as he stood in front of his dream, his invention
a home for those lost, that became his mission
when he felt so lost playing in the park alone
until his father played with him again that day
the day hope came back again
so many families touched, as father watched son
cut the tape to the building
to open up the mission home, heart felt and God inspired
dedicated in loving mother's memory
the home entitled, Jeremiah's Travels was opened
so were many hearts
as tragedy turned to greatness
and because of one, so many souls
were saved, filled so many holes
son and father's sorrow turned to greater glory
a plan that God knew from the start
and Jeremiah and father together again,
played in the park once again
looked to the sky, found resolution
as the autumn leaves rustled down the street
as they looked forward to next year's spring
and promise of heart-felt joy and bliss,
remembering the one who's up there now
while they live on, she is still so missed
but it's ok, she's up there with her crown
resting in glory to be seen again
watching her husband and son enjoy the leaves
as they live in peace, but wait for next year's spring
across the street of dreams
remembering things old in pure essence
trying to learn my lessons
while enjoying the new buds that rise with the warm spring
remembering you're there,
sistering new and old things
wait for eternal, hope springs
but now I can look within what you've given me,
and find true happiness
one day at a park bench, an old man sat down
thinking about lessons of old
as a young man sat next to him, perplexed
the old man wondered what troubled his soul
the young man watched his child play
but he wondered why he was alone
why his wife of 10 years was taken from him
why was his wife, his child's mother, stolen
he tried to move on, he tried to find reason
tried to find comfort, God, a lesson
but all he could do was was smile in the midst of pain
but what could he say to his son, that was the question
the old man looked to the sky
said he couldn't explain why
but he knew God was just
even if His ways are mysterious
the old man looked to the sky once again
felt disheartened that he couldn't be of more help
answers even in his old age he lacked
but it was in his faith he trusted, even there, he sat and reflected, prayed to himself
eyes, the gateway to the soul some say
but then why, why can't I see anything beyond the surface
Lord, let me look into the soul,
if I can't do something, please fill the hole
the journeyman weary not from the journey
but from the pain that lies within
what it took within the mind, heart, soul
to reach the destination
the battle lies not in flesh, or bled dried blood,
that isn't what caused the hole
deep within, inside there I can't understand
while I can climb a mountain, physical will can push me forward
but it takes faith and not my own strength
to build a fortress
that I can build on a rock
with those thoughts, all he could say
was a heart felt apoligy, best wish, and a silent prayer
that while God ways are not always understood, He is fair, just
He won't forsake those He loves, His children, all of us
look to the heavens and reach out for Him
that your loss even while felt
will He get the glory out of circumstance
that the hole you feel in process be filled
the man looked into the old man's eyes
he could see into his soul
how he felt genuine pain, through his glance
the man started to find hope
as he looked out to his son
he realized all wasn't lost
that through this trial, so much could be done
that he couldn't turn away from God, his wife's life was bought at cost
and from that day, he had hope once again
10 years later, the son became a man
Jeremiah, sweet, strong Jeremiah,
his mother used to sing so softly in his ears
rested surefoot in the lessons he was taught
by his father, even through all the emotions that were fought
it was his father, mother, that helped him stand
but the crucial lesson taught by his mother, reaffirmed by father
that God would help him stand, in the midst of it all
her memory, helped push him on
the sadness he felt, will be used to aid someone else
as he stood in front of his dream, his invention
a home for those lost, that became his mission
when he felt so lost playing in the park alone
until his father played with him again that day
the day hope came back again
so many families touched, as father watched son
cut the tape to the building
to open up the mission home, heart felt and God inspired
dedicated in loving mother's memory
the home entitled, Jeremiah's Travels was opened
so were many hearts
as tragedy turned to greatness
and because of one, so many souls
were saved, filled so many holes
son and father's sorrow turned to greater glory
a plan that God knew from the start
and Jeremiah and father together again,
played in the park once again
looked to the sky, found resolution
as the autumn leaves rustled down the street
as they looked forward to next year's spring
and promise of heart-felt joy and bliss,
remembering the one who's up there now
while they live on, she is still so missed
but it's ok, she's up there with her crown
resting in glory to be seen again
watching her husband and son enjoy the leaves
as they live in peace, but wait for next year's spring