Missing What Never Will Be - Tim McCarthy
(A Young Widow's Lament)

Empty picture frames of memories never lived,
Barren bedroom scenes of children never born,
I'd never wish this kind of pain and emptiness on anyone.

I try to make it clean, my mind wants to explain,
Some kind of lesson learned, "Our loss is heaven's gain,"
It can't erase the truth, I'm sad and angry that you're gone.

I may look for answers, some reason for our loss,
But most of all, I just want you...

To walk in, share a jest, remind me that I'm blessed,
Break the silence with songs from your heart.
To wake up beside me, to call me mid-day,
To fall into dreams arm-in-arm.
How can I move on when all of my future
Was painted with you there?
I'm forever missing what never will be.

Prayers hang loose and frayed, like cobwebs on the path,
Stillborn and unfulfilled, dreams severed in half,
The tears evaporate like dewdrops in the burning of the sun.

My day is full of questions, the pieces all askew,
But most of all, I just want you...

To walk in, share a jest...

I woke up to sun today, I breathed a feeble breath,
And He reminded me, the last word is not death...
Someday...

You'll dance in, share a jest, and we'll know we've been blessed,
And we'll break out in songs from our soul.
And the streams of our tears will be lost in His spring,
In the river that makes all things whole.

And we'll stand in His presence, the joys and the pains
Will converge in the mystery of praise
And we'll see how the glory of God was revealled
In the tears and the grief of our days
If only for this day I'll look to the future,
Because I know you're there,
I'm clinging to hope for what someday will be.


Pictures taken after Nate broke his humerus.