The Journey of Hope
Prisoner Of Hope
The Day
This song and its artwork are a mother's lament for her son. They speak of death, of grief and of a grave. If you are struggling, please reach your local emergency number or a crisis line in your country: there are people whose work is to sit with you through this.
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David Fitzgerald Walker, Jr.
February 10, 1992 to September 7, 2017
Forever loved, never forgotten, always in my heart.
The song is titled Prisoner Of Hope because I didn't lose myself during the journey of grief.
“My hope is anchored in the Lord.” Hebrews 6:19
The poem
The morning of my plea
For the conviction at hand,
My son slipped away like time
In an hourglass of sand.
It was a quiet early morning
When old death darkened my door.
The day seemed fairly normal
With promises of evermore.
The angels stood quietly,
Which is something they
don't normally do,
And Jesus' breath was silenced
As my anxiety grew.
“Something is wrong,”
Whispered my inside mother's voice.
Tears are flowing down my face
And my cheeks are moist.
Well, here it is, my greatest fear,
Standing tall and wide.
The waves of grief were in tow
Behind the great wall tide.
The shoulders of grief are strong
And broad to bear many broken hearts,
But in the midst of total despair,
God is still doing His part.
So even though the grave is still
And the silence continues to grow,
His ending is now his beginning
Until Gabriel's trumpet blows.
So my hope isn't in the headstone
Nor the pillow on which his head rests.
My hope is anchored in the Lord,
Who's ordered my worst and my best.
Faith still speaks. I love you forever, my son.