LOST IN THE CORRIDORS

He used to wait for me
To bring his daily mail
Smiling and carefree…
He walked a happy trail…

But now he walks alone
In the corridors of his mind
On a path that is unknown
With a disease that's so unkind…

All I can do is pray
That he holds the hand of God
Each and every day
On the path he has to trod…

When Fate has made us exiles
And left us so forlorn
God leads us through the trials
On a path that's so well worn…

That worn and beaten path
Leads straight into God's heart
Despite Grief's aftermath
We will not fall apart…

Yes, he used to wait for me
Along a happy trail…
Now I plead a plea…
That Love will much avail!

For Mr. Ocus Murphy
Victim of Alzhiemer's Disease
Prayers ascending...
Sharon