Used To Be

You took him away. . .
My love, my life, my laughter.
You took him away. . .
My happiness, my freedom, my salvation.
You took him away. . .
My dream, my soul, my spirit.
You took him away. . .
My treasure, my joy, my heart.
You took him away. . .
My miracle, my new day, my endless night.
You took him away. . .
My prince, my light, my soothing wind.
You took him away. . .
My water, my healer, my beauty.
You took him away. . .
My disease, my sense of worth, my confidence.
You took him away. . .
My prize, my luck, my final bow.


So on this night where the moon is nowhere to be found and a single owl gives light by only his two eyes, I'm finding it within my heart that You knew exactly what You were doing when You took him away.

You knew the pain that would carry me.
You knew the grief that would behold me.
You knew the anger that would soothe within me.
You knew the sorrow that would sail around me.
You knew the waters I would tread and the waters I would venture into and the waters that I would come to drown in.
You knew what I didn't know, and after three years I can finally say,
"Thank You for taking him away."