I can’t help but feel the love of my Father in Heaven.
It is as if the clouds parted just so that I would take notice.
Her kids are outside, so no one replies, unexpectedly tears well up inside.
The last time he called, he said to them all, “Anyone up there who loves me?”
“I hate it down here, this time of the year, but I promise I’ll be home soon.”
That was a lovers promise, Heaven could not allow,
but he’s found a way to be with her somehow.
She sits on the stair, and whispers a prayer, “Anyone up there who loves me?”
Then soft like the wind, His love rushes in, gently answering I love you.