When God takes them away

Sometimes, God takes away the ones we love, Not out of anger, but from love above. He sees the power sleeping inside, The strength we hide when others guide. We cry, we break, we question “why?” We stare in silence, watching the sky. But maybe loss is not the end, It’s where the soul begins to mend. He knows your heart is brave and true, He knows the storms you’ll make it through. If those you leaned on still remained, You’d never know how strong you’ve gained. So when the nights feel cold and long, Remember, pain can make you strong. They’re gone in body, not in soul, Their love still lives — it makes you whole. So lift your head, don’t lose your way, They’re with you still, in light and day. For every tear you let fall down, God builds a queen — or king — with crown