For all of my friends who have lost a child, for those who, year in and year out, remember that last day, for those whose hearts break all over again on the anniversary of their passing, I know my words cannot take that pain, for if they could I would shout them out! I know my empathy does not calm your heart, for if it could I would dish it out on a platter, I know my love cannot replace your child for if it could I would pluck it from my chest and give it to you. I DO know that my prayers will be answered and that God will know just how to calm you, he will know just how to comfort you and he will give you knowledge that this is not a forever thing, one day you will stand at the gates of heaven and your child will be standing there just on the other side, arms opened wide, a huge smile on his face, welcoming you home. He is there waiting for you and is watching over you in every step you take. The pain that you feel will be replaced with sheer joy and the time here that has been spent missing him will be forever vanished from your heart. May you hold fast to the truth this day and every day forward that you will be together in the eternities never to feel this pain and suffering again. Know God's love, allow him to hold your heart in his hands today, may he thin the veil so that your memories of happy times with your child be bold and viewable. May you see, hear, or smell something that allows you to know that your child is here with you. God bless each of you with a calm that can only be given by our Father in heaven!
A Child Loaned
"I'll lend you for a little time A child of Mine." He said. "For you to love the while he lives And mourn for when he's dead.
It may be six or seven year Or twenty-two or three But will you, till I call him back Take care of him for Me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you And should his stay be brief, You'll have his lovely memories As solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay Since all from Earth return, But there are lessons taught down there I want the child to learn. I've looked this wide world over In my search for teacher's true, And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected you;
Now will you give him all your love, Nor think the labour vain Nor hate Me when I come to call And take him back again?
I fancied that I heard them say, "Dear Lord, Thy will be done, For all the joy Thy child shall bring, For the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness, We'll love him while we may, And for the happiness we've known, Forever grateful stay. But should the angels call for him Much sooner than we planned, We'll brave the bitter grief that comes And try to understand."
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