A Husbands Guilt Date: Thursday, 2nd October 2003 @ 12:45:00 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Hamp There she lay, in her grave. Her trials were over, Her life, she gave. In the grave, her body may be, Yet her soul’s, been set free. She’s in the hands, of the Maker. For she ever believed, in her Savior. She must be there, I have to believe, For you see, she died for me. Hamp Nichols This poem is Copyright © Hamp Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=24218