Uncle Johnny

Hardest Thing

Watching you writhe
Watching knowing I can't do what I would love to
And take away the pain
That has so ravaged your body.

Jesus please come to his room.
Just one touch of Your garment
Healed the woman who reached
Lord I'm reaching for You
Please let your garment touch his sick body

Johnny Owen
Tonight as I sit here and recall
The times I sat in amazement of your fingers
As you strum this instrument I have grown to love
The acustic guitar and then you used to pick up the banjo and wow!
What I would do to hear you do that again.

But no.
Even though you won't do that.
Those same fingers were the sign of peace and rest
When you squeezed them tightly
It was like u knew
I was there. I hope you did.

Johnny
I love you and pray
You know how much.
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