Heaven Sent

Loved ones are never really given.
They are always Heaven sent.
No matter how long we have been,
They are truly only lent.

No human soul, on earth,
Can own the essence of another...
No matter what kind of kinship;
Be it parent, child or brother.

When God calls his children home,
Our hearts seem, then to break.
What God saw fit to lend,
He has every right to take.

May our loved ones be away,
Upon our appointed time of leaving,
That our time on earth is short...
Because Our Father is receiving.

© Chris T. Johnson
MILLINGTONAMERIC@aol.com