You can cut our sorrow with a knife
while we have Carson to hold near
it is a far cry from feeling the life
blood your own grandson dear
Little Nathaniel of whom we miss
having not seen since March
longing again for the kiss
emotions drained and parched
Nightly its not so much standing
outside looking at the moon
but trying to understand
wanting to rid this gnawing gloom
praying to God through tears
who sent His Son far away
into a land of Pharisee stares
and saw that resurrection day
when down that dusty lane
from a life among the swine
His Son again came
with this I have to remind
myself and watch that
moonlit lane
In hope that Nathaniel will
return again.
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