It's a Beautiful Thing

How do I begin
but to say
that when
death is near
Christ is nearer

Though I
feel empty
though I
feel distraught
though I
feel as though
the world will end
You are near

I cannot put
words to this pain
nor could I
draw up a
visual
there just is
no way yet
You are near

As troubling as
the thought used to be

"Though I go
to the heights
though I dwell
by the sea
though I go
to the depths
even there
You will find me
even there
Your hand will hold me"

This now is a
beautiful thought