God Took You Home

I think of you with LOVE today,
but that is nothing new.
I thought about you yesterday,
and days before that too.
I think of you in silence, and
often speak your name.
All I have now are memories and
your picture in a frame.
Memories are treasures no one can steal.
Death is a heartache only God can heal.
Your memory is my keepsake with
which we will never part,
God has you in his keeping,
I will always have you in my heart.
It broke my heart to lose you, but
you did not go alone,
For part of me went with you,
the day that God took you home.