God Takes the Best
I never thought you be the first to go home,
I thought it'd be me for my stupidity,
but now I truly do see,
God takes the best and leaves the rest to grieve,
and in a weird way I envy that you get to rest in peace,
because life down here sometimes makes it hard to sleep,
it's overwhelming feeling like I'm suffocating trying to breathe,
and not seeing you everyday now adds more to my pain,
wishing GOD please take me away,
but I know here I must remain until he calls my name and say,
my child come on home,
your sins are atoned,
you made it through each tribulation I had you face'n,
and this time there's no mistaken no wait'n no debate'n,
my kingdom is where you'll be placed in.
This is what I believe while you're up there waiting for me,
and I guess now I can see,
GOD doesn't just take the best,
he gives those that are a mess and/or wreck a chance to get correct.
So when you think God forgets,
don't sweat,
he just waiting to take you at your best.
Copyright © Brian Miller Jr | Year Posted 2015
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