I miss you.
You’d be turning 19.
To turn my eyes to the joy.
Oh the joy that you are experiencing.
I rest in that thought, when the missing overwhelms.
We’re still going to celebrate you today.
I am going to remember all the celebrations.
You, my son, will always remain in my heart.
Never far from my thoughts.
For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,”
declares the LORD. As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.