I tried to tell her there was nothing here. I tried to walk away but she had something else in mind. But what is the greater cost? And she may gain as I weep her loss - I can't pull her soul across this great divide. This is eternal, immortality in mind. This is looking past, into anther life. This is my time of preparation. There is a purpose to these things. In this process of separation - Time to separ8. I'll find the joy in what it brings. Set apart, I separ8 from here. And thought by thought I must press on, on to a mind divine. In this state of grace - my hope in faith. To see Him face to face. The promised everlasting life. Eternal peace of mind. I have joy in the harshest of realities. I kind of like that they don't understand I have joy in the face of the coming days. I kind of like that you don't understand. My God prepares me a table in the presence of my enemies. He anoints my head. My cup runneth over.