Were you a casualty of war?
Or a sure sign of victory?
Were you called home for His sake
Or were you called home for mine?
Will your absence be felt always?
Or will new growth fill the holes?
Should I attempt to rake up the pieces
Or let them lie until they become soil?
My plan was to keep walking
But being still is recommended.
Somehow in my mind I can both
Go to You while You come to me.
