Heal me (a poem about grief)

God will heal the broken hearted ...will mend the wounded spirit,
but for now my heart lays in pieces bleeding on the floor.

Death captures us in a swift small moment,
it takes away the ones we love;
the hope lays in the forever heaven,
but leaves us alone as we look above,

We cherish all those beautiful memories
as tears roll burning down our face.

We look for answers to the questions
which so deeply trouble our souls.

I ask the questions, and feel the anger.
I search, and I wonder why.

I try to trust and try to heal, but my heart is no longer one...

So heal me Father make me whole,
heal my broken heart.

See me Father, see me crying, hold me close, and keep me warm.

I love You Father even in my despair make me better than before.