From the desk of Jesus

I never meant to hurt your heart.
I never wanted to be apart.
But God called one day, and said "It's time".
I eagerly replied, "Your will be done O Lord, not mine".
Life was great, just not the same.
Since Jesus spoke and called my name.
To mould me, and shape me, to be my best.
He allowed me to go through those character-building tests.
God sat besides me, and wept at every trial.
Holding my hand, He carried me from stringent to mild.
Then Jesus carefully explained His plan.
For me to help Him watch my family and friends.
So, although I may not be with you, I'm near when you call my name.
In your mind, I'd appear.
I'd be watching from a cloud and waiting patiently.
Keeping you safe til God calls you to join me.

Scribbling from the desk of Jesus.

Thought of you, Ron when I read the above cos it's what you would say.