MY PAIN IS NOT IN VAIN
By Judy A. Andres
10/06/06
The pain that is inside of me,
I live with every day.
It changes not with passing time,
I know there’s just no way.
No way to fill the emptiness,
No way this side of Heav’n.
Our children are a priceless gift
That we have been given.
So when you died before I did,
And went to God above,
It left a hole deep in my heart,
Because of my great love.
For though I love you even more
Than fame or wealth untold,
I know I cannot change a thing…
No, not even with gold.
For if I could, I’d take your place
On that October night.
I’d give my life in place of yours.
To me, that would seem right.
But there’s no way to bring you back.
Oh, how I wish I could.
If I could make that deal with God,
I’m sure you know I would.
But since I can’t, and life goes on
Around me every day,
I have to look to God above
To help me find a way.
A way to make sense of my life,
To make it worth the living.
A way to make a difference with
The rest that I’ve been given.
If I could make a difference here…
Help others like I ought,
Then I would feel your death, my pain,
Hasn’t been for naught.
For if someone whose hurting now
Is helped by what I do,
I will be able then to say,
“My pain’s not been in vain, too.”
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