"Time"
As Time Passed the years were lost behind us.
I cried out in pain every time my heart thought of you
I give thanks to God That You Were Kind enough
To Let Me Cry In Your Presence.  The Wind Blows.
I feel it tickle my face, remembering when
I was once beautiful, smiling with pride
for no regrets of a well lived life.  Your memory
is a whip that forever strikes me, again and again.
I hope that you cannot hear me crying out in pain
Because My Cries are pathetic, tortured and agonized
and i dont want anyone but myself and my husband there
when I finally do lose my self-respect and dignity and pride.
I was grateful for that you did not listen to my screams.
Thank You for letting me Cry In This Temple of memory.
In Jesus' Name,
Amen./////