Goldenrod and the 4H stoneThe things I brought you when I found out You had cancer of the bone Your father cried on the telephone And he drove his car into the Navy yard Just to prove that he was sorry
In the morning, through the window shade When the light pressed up against your shoulderblade I could see what you were reading All the glory that the Lord has made And the complications you could do without When I kissed you on the mouth
Tuesday night at the Bible study We lift our hands and pray over your body But nothing ever happens On the floor at the great divide With my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied I am crying in the bathroom
In the morning when you finally go And the nurse runs in with her head hung low And the cardinal hits the window In the morning in the winter shade On the first of March, on the holiday I thought I saw you breathing
All the glory that the Lord has made And the complications when I see His face In the morning in the window All the glory when He took our place But He took my shoulders and He shook my face And He takes and He takes and He takes
(found at Centre For Public Christianity)