"Please"

   "Please"

 

Lord please...reverse the sun for me;

Return me to...what used to be.

Bring back all of the sweet yesterdays,

Before he ever...walked...away.

 

Please turn back the hands of time;

To the days that he was mine.

Fill my heart with eternal bliss,

Just once more...to feel...his kiss.

 

Oh Lord...Please stop the sun;

It seems the days just run and run.

Reverse the world...erase the pain;

Let him just...be mine...again.

 

 

I love him Lord, please stop the fates;

Say there is time, that it is not to late.

Stop the earth, moon...and sun;

Return him to me...when You are done.

 

I'll do anything that You ask me to;

For a few days...before the world turns blue.

Lord...I have no one else to ask,

Stop the sun...bring back the past.

 

Fill my heart...just one more time...

Before You claim him...as Thine.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I understand this poem.
"I'll do anything that You ask me to;
For a few days...before the world turns blue.
Lord...I have no one else to ask,
Stop the sun...bring back the past."
A prayer, most of us will say. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Valentine]

Thank you John, there just is no stopping fate is there? Kathie

[Coyote Poetry]

Nope. Destiny can't be stopped and you are welcome.

[SmittyJas]

My Heartaches for you my dear Jesus has you in his hands and cradles you in his arms and puts your thoughts to rest before you sleep at night Truth and love be with you the love of the Father of Heaven be your guide.

[R Smith]

beautiful Kathie, just so much in here i relate to, that need to feel again the moments of the past when love seemed so alive and fun, how i miss all that, thank you for this wonderful poem that made me think of a happier time :)

[Valentine]

Richard, it isn't fun to cuddle memories. Kathie

[Melinda McQueen]

I love this. I can relate to this heartache.
Beau4tifully penned.

[Valentine]

Thank you Melinda, I was very fortunate to have him as long as I did. Kathie

[andrew mitchell]

A very reaching touching write of missing, so sad!

[Valentine]

Andrew, with that illness, their mind disappears before your eyes. You find them staring at you like they never saw you before. Those are the hardest to forget.

[Robert]

Oh Valentine this is such a touching piece you have written, only if we could go back in time for a minute, an hour, a day. Wouldn't that he heaven? You truly express your thoughts and emotions into your poetry, it is so good to read them, don't stop and keep writing. God bless you.

[Valentine]

Honestly I wish to go on and see my Savior, face to face one day. Kathie

[wordman]

if i could do it for you,move the sun and moon and stars,turn night into day
bring him back i would pray.but one day we will meet again

[Valentine]

Ron, this was written when he was still alive but was gone mentally with Dementia. Kathie

[wordman]

this stuff is a shame,my uncle had it

[sereenaoutloud]

Oh this brought tears to my eyes, such pain and longing woven in this plea.
Beautiful sad write ! :(

[Valentine]

This was written when he was first taken ill. Kathie

[Perkele.7885]

Kathy, that is a pretty powerful plea and a very subjective plea that you are sharing with us, your friends. If Imy voice might make it happen for you, then you have it. I am sure that the Lord knows that your pleas are genuine and His abilities are infinite, Open your communications with the Lord daily as He may suggest something to you. Stranger thing have happened.

[Valentine]

Raj, this was written when my husband was still alive and had the stroke. Later tests showed instant Dementia. It happened overnight. Kathie

[Perkele.7885]

Kathy, you have had your share of pain that you must carry and bare. I do not know all that you have had to bare, just parts of what you have posted. That you talk about it with us, I find admirable sharing, but, does not give me that latitude to do the same. I wish to cause you no pain.

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Ya, I wish the same thing. Hurts so much to be without them. This brought tears to my eyes. Beautiful poetry, my dear poet