You who loved me truly
have left me here behind
Now I'm working on your
substitute
I trust He'll be as kind.
Although I talk to Him
each day
His answers aren't
by tongue
Doesn't matter, I say
with cheer,
what I'm after
is His ear.
You who loved me
unstintingly
no longer ring me up
Just the same I keep
you near
like a cracked but
favourite cup.
At times I fear
my own farewell
but justice must
be done
and who am I
to seek parole?
Of all His billions
I'm just one.
