Widowry

We promised each other that we would die together. No widow’s woes, no loss lamented. But now you’re gone and I remain, alone and lonely I’m afraid. What promise can we keep when our Father dictates fate, and though good ends are sought throughout another end is His intent? One promise only will I make, that to God I will my soul devote. And when I on my deathbed lay, death will I at last defeat. For Christ has promised this to me, that I’ll with Him in heaven be.