The Best Laid Plans
by Sean P. Taylor | We were all just playful kids and mum, you loved us so
But when you were still very young God took you for his own
I remember all the warmth and love you wrapped us in when cold
I remember all the happy times, memories untold
The gift you left inside our hearts was love so warm and true
An image of the sweet and tender love that shone from you
Wise men say that time repairs the hurts and scars of old
But every time I think of you the memories unfold
I remember as I shed a tear the sadder times we'd had
I remember when you held me near they didn't seem so bad
The years passed by, we all grew up, but I often felt alone
Though I know you're looking down from heaven, smiling on our home
Now it seems that fate can deal some very hard and bitter blows
I'm told it's all a master plan, a plan the good Lord chose
To hell with all this fate and plans, to hell with the good Lord too
It's hard to try and understand without a single clue
I pray for help and comfort, for guidance and support
I ask that God will tell me why he cut your life so short
As if his plan had not created enough heartache and dismay
At sweet sixteen he took my sister Donna far away
Your little girl could wait no more, she knew she had to come
To leave this world of loneliness, to be back with her mum
I want her back! Is that selfish, inconsiderate or unkind?
I know it makes me feel I too should leave this world behind
Now the time has come again when I need strength to carry on
Round and round inside my head, it all seems so damn wrong
If there is a God mum, talk to him, that's all I ask of you
You know I'm hurting bad again… he's taken daddy too.
Perhaps this master plan that God has mapped out for us all
Has started to become a little clearer than before
I still don't understand it all, a little has been shown
As God intended me to have a family of my own
Just for now I'll settle with the way his plan's progressed
Three gorgeous girls, a loving wife and happiness I'm blessed
Though words could not describe the pain when God took you away
Just listen mum, dad and Donna too… we'll meet again… someday! | Sean P. Taylor
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