|
|
A question arises in his head.
One that often keeps him awake in bed.
His lips do part with not a word to say.
Only the thought he carries each and every day.
Now the words come along with tears shed.
In his mind he knows what must be said.
Why for my sins did she have to pay?
An answer he did not expect.
But God talks to those in pain.
And all things are soon revealed.
To the sign he shows great respect.
It was an angel dressed in rags of plain.
His wife with forgiveness and his heart she healed.