Poems

Held by Natalie Grant

Two months is too little.
They let him go.
They had no sudden healing.
To think that providence would
Take a child from his mother while she prays
Is appalling.

Who told us we’d be rescued?
What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares?
We’re asking why this happens
To us who have died to live?
It’s unfair.

Chorus:
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we’d be held.

This hand is bitterness.
We want to taste it, let the hatred NUMB our sorrow.
The wise hands opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow.

(Chorus)
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we’d be held.

Bridge:
If hope is born of suffering.
If this is only the beginning.
Can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior?

(Chorus)
This is what it means to be held.
How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive.
This is what it is to be loved.
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we’d be held.

To: My son, Isaac Daniel Mattingly

One year has passed
Since I cradled you in my arms
And then kissed your forehead

One year of sorrow
Since I love you so much
And then you were gone

One year without you
Since I looked into your eyes
And then I cried a while

One year of missing you
Since I didn't see you grow
And then my arms felt empty

One year in heaven
Since I will see you there
And then I'll be whole again

From Your Daddy, I love you
February 13, 2004

My heart cries out for you

The way my arms feel so empty without you in them…
it aches so violently.
That special place in my heart that went with you when you died…
it hurts so much.
Those remembered days of you growing inside of me…
never to be forgotten .

The expressions only you could make with your forehead…
painful to remember.
That peace that could be seen in your beautiful soul-filled eyes…
hard to forget .
Those memories of holding you, comforting you, loving you…
always to be cherished.

~Mommy, 2003~

ISAAC

God said to the child that suffers "Come unto me and be whole." The child says to God "but what of my family?" My mother who’s sweet voice and tender kisses I know? My father who has been by me with strong hands and so gentle a touch, and all those that have come to my side, to give me strength, love and prayers. What of the people to be touched by my life God?

God said unto the child "Your life has filled countless hearts and souls with love, patients, and devotion. You have touched more people in your short life then most do in a lifetime. Come home now, I will make you my angel of mercy and hope."

The child of suffering looks to those that he loved and loved him, his mother, father sisters and brother, grandmothers, grandfathers aunts and uncles. A voice filled each of their hearts "I will see you all in our Father's house, and know that I love you all. I await you, so you may hold and play with me."

The child reaches and the Hand of the Lord lifts him unto the light of the ever after.

~Author: Grandpa Gary Fox- 2/13/03~

TO THE CHILD IN MY HEART

O precious, tiny, sweet little one
You will always be to me
So perfect, pure, and innocent
Just as you were meant to be.
We dreamed of you and of your life
And all that it would be
We waited and longed for you to come
And join your family.
We never had the chance to play,
To laugh, to rock, to wiggle.
We long to hold you, touch you now
And listen to you giggle.
I'll always be your mother.
He'll always be your dad.
You will always be our child,
They child that we had.
But now you're gone..but yet you're here.
We'll sense you everywhere.
You are our sorrow and our joy.
There's love in every tear.
Just know our love goes deep and strong.
We'll forget you never-
The child we had, but never had,
And yet will have forever.

~Author Unknown~

I asked God to take away my habit. God said, No. It is not for me to take away, but for you to give it up.

I asked God to make my handicapped child whole. God said, No. His spirit is whole, his body is only temporary.

I asked God to grant me patience. God said, No. Patience is a byproduct of tribulations; it isn't granted, it is learned.

I asked God to give me happiness. God said, No. I give you blessings; Happiness is up to you.

I asked God to spare me pain. God said, No. Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to me.

I asked God to make my spirit grow. God said, No. You must grow on your own! But I will prune you to make you fruitful.

I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life. God said, No. I will give you life, so that you may enjoy all things.

I ask God to help me LOVE others, as much as He loves me. God said...Ahhhh, finally you have the idea.

~Author Unknown~

To those who look away when I grow teary-eyed in the baby department,
look a little deeper. Surely you have some compassion in your heart.
To those who change the subject when I speak my son’s name,
change your way of thinking. It just might change your whole life.
To those who roll their eyes and say that we barely had him at all, how
could we miss him so much, in our hearts we have seen him live a thousand
times. We have seen his first steps, first day of school, his wedding,
and their children. We have had him forever in our minds.
To those who say we can have another, we will, someday. I thank God for the mere chance everyday, but even if I have twenty more babies, I will forever have one in the grave,
and that is one too many.
To those who say to get on with my life, I have. It is a different life, the
life of a grieving mother. One with a tremendous amount to be thankful for,
but also one with a lot to mourn the loss of!
Do not judge the bereaved mother. She comes in many forms.
She is breathing, but she is dying.
She may look young, but inside she has become ancient.
She smiles, but her heart sobs.
She walks, she talks, she cooks, she cleans, she works, she IS,
but she IS NOT, all at once.
She is here, but part of her is elsewhere for eternity.
Do not dismiss us: we have shaped more than just the future generation.
We have released all the tiny angels who are watching over you.
Open your eyes to US, and you just might see THEM.

~Author Unknown~

He’s My Son
I’m down on my knees again tonight.
I’m hoping this prayer will turn out right.
See there is a bot that needs your help.
I’ve done all that I can do myself.
His mother is tired.
I’m sure you can understand.
Each night as he sleeps
She goes into to hold his hand.
And she tries not to cry.
As the tears fill her eyes.
Chorus:
Can you hear me?
Am I getting through tonight?
Can you see him?
Can you make him feel all right?
If you can hear me
Let me take his place somehow.
See, he’s not just anyone
He’s my son.
Sometimes late at night I watch him sleep.
I dream of the boy he’d like to be.
I try to be strong and see him through.
But God who he needs right now is you.
Let him grow old.
Live life without this fear.
What would I be.
Living without him here.
He’s so tired and he’s scared.
Let him know that You’re there.
Chorus
Can you hear me?
Can you see him?
Please don’t leave him.
He’s my son.

~Mark Schultz CD~

Spoken For
Take this world from me.
I don’t need it anymore.
I am finally free.
My heart is spoken for.
Oh and I praise You.
Oh and I worship You.
Chorus:
Covered by a love divine.
Child of the risen Lord.
To hear You say, "This one’s mine".
My heart is spoken for.
Now I have a peace.
That I’ve never known before.
I find myself complete.
My heart is spoken for.
By the power of the cross.
You’ve taken what was lost.
And made it fully Yours.
And I have been redeemed.
By You who spoke to me.
Now I am spoken for.

~Mercy Me-Spoken For CD~

I can only Imagine
I can only imagine what it will be like.
When I walk by Your side.
I can only imagine what my eyes will see.
When Your face is before me.
I can only imagine.
Chorus:
Surrounded by Your glory.
What will my heart feel?
Will I dance for You Jesus
Or in awe of You be still?
Will I stand in Your presence,
Or to my knees will I fall?
Will I sing hallelujah,
Will I be able to speak at all?
I can only imagine.
I can only imagine.
I can only imagine when that day comes.
And I find myself standing in the Son.
I can only imagine when all I will do
Is forever, forever worship You
Chorus

~Mercy Me- Almost There CD~

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Held by Natalie Grant Two months is too little. They let him go. They had no sudden healing. To think that providence would Take a child from his mother while she prays Is appalling. Who told us we’d be rescued? What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares? We’re asking why this happens To us who have died to live? It’s unfair. Chorus: This is what it means to be held. How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life And you survive. This is what it is to be loved. And to know that the promise was When everything fell we’d be held. This hand is bitterness. We want to taste it, let the hatred NUMB our sorrow. The wise hands opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow. (Chorus) This is what it means to be held. How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life And you survive. This is what it is to be loved. And to know that the promise was When everything fell we’d be held. Bridge: If hope is born of suffering. If this is only the beginning. Can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior? (Chorus) This is what it means to be held. How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life And you survive. This is what it is to be loved. And to know that the promise was When everything fell we’d be held. To: My son, Isaac Daniel Mattingly One year has passed Since I cradled you in my arms And then kissed your forehead One year of sorrow Since I love you so much And then you were gone One year without you Since I looked into your eyes And then I cried a while One year of missing you Since I didn't see you grow And then my arms felt empty One year in heaven Since I will see you there And then I'll be whole again From Your Daddy, I love you February 13, 2004 My heart cries out for you The way my arms feel so empty without you in them… it aches so violently. That special place in my heart that went with you when you died… it hurts so much. Those remembered days of you growing inside of me… never to be forgotten . The expressions only you could make with your forehead… painful to remember. That peace that could be seen in your beautiful soul-filled eyes… hard to forget . Those memories of holding you, comforting you, loving you… always to be cherished. ~Mommy, 2003~ ISAAC God said to the child that suffers "Come unto me and be whole." The child says to God "but what of my family?" My mother who’s sweet voice and tender kisses I know? My father who has been by me with strong hands and so gentle a touch, and all those that have come to my side, to give me strength, love and prayers. What of the people to be touched by my life God? God said unto the child "Your life has filled countless hearts and souls with love, patients, and devotion. You have touched more people in your short life then most do in a lifetime. Come home now, I will make you my angel of mercy and hope." The child of suffering looks to those that he loved and loved him, his mother, father sisters and brother, grandmothers, grandfathers aunts and uncles. A voice filled each of their hearts "I will see you all in our Father's house, and know that I love you all. I await you, so you may hold and play with me." The child reaches and the Hand of the Lord lifts him unto the light of the ever after. ~Author: Grandpa Gary Fox- 2/13/03~
TO THE CHILD IN MY HEART O precious, tiny, sweet little one You will always be to me So perfect, pure, and innocent Just as you were meant to be. We dreamed of you and of your life And all that it would be We waited and longed for you to come And join your family. We never had the chance to play, To laugh, to rock, to wiggle. We long to hold you, touch you now And listen to you giggle. I'll always be your mother. He'll always be your dad. You will always be our child, They child that we had. But now you're gone..but yet you're here. We'll sense you everywhere. You are our sorrow and our joy. There's love in every tear. Just know our love goes deep and strong. We'll forget you never- The child we had, but never had, And yet will have forever. ~Author Unknown~
I asked God to take away my habit. God said, No. It is not for me to take away, but for you to give it up. I asked God to make my handicapped child whole. God said, No. His spirit is whole, his body is only temporary. I asked God to grant me patience. God said, No. Patience is a byproduct of tribulations; it isn't granted, it is learned. I asked God to give me happiness. God said, No. I give you blessings; Happiness is up to you. I asked God to spare me pain. God said, No. Suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and brings you closer to me. I asked God to make my spirit grow. God said, No. You must grow on your own! But I will prune you to make you fruitful. I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life. God said, No. I will give you life, so that you may enjoy all things. I ask God to help me LOVE others, as much as He loves me. God said...Ahhhh, finally you have the idea. ~Author Unknown~
To those who look away when I grow teary-eyed in the baby department, look a little deeper. Surely you have some compassion in your heart. To those who change the subject when I speak my son’s name, change your way of thinking. It just might change your whole life. To those who roll their eyes and say that we barely had him at all, how could we miss him so much, in our hearts we have seen him live a thousand times. We have seen his first steps, first day of school, his wedding, and their children. We have had him forever in our minds. To those who say we can have another, we will, someday. I thank God for the mere chance everyday, but even if I have twenty more babies, I will forever have one in the grave, and that is one too many. To those who say to get on with my life, I have. It is a different life, the life of a grieving mother. One with a tremendous amount to be thankful for, but also one with a lot to mourn the loss of! Do not judge the bereaved mother. She comes in many forms. She is breathing, but she is dying. She may look young, but inside she has become ancient. She smiles, but her heart sobs. She walks, she talks, she cooks, she cleans, she works, she IS, but she IS NOT, all at once. She is here, but part of her is elsewhere for eternity. Do not dismiss us: we have shaped more than just the future generation. We have released all the tiny angels who are watching over you. Open your eyes to US, and you just might see THEM. ~Author Unknown~
	He’s My Son I’m down on my knees again tonight. I’m hoping this prayer will turn out right. See there is a bot that needs your help. I’ve done all that I can do myself. His mother is tired. I’m sure you can understand. Each night as he sleeps She goes into to hold his hand. And she tries not to cry. As the tears fill her eyes. Chorus: Can you hear me? Am I getting through tonight? Can you see him? Can you make him feel all right? If you can hear me Let me take his place somehow. See, he’s not just anyone He’s my son. Sometimes late at night I watch him sleep. I dream of the boy he’d like to be. I try to be strong and see him through. But God who he needs right now is you. Let him grow old. Live life without this fear. What would I be. Living without him here. He’s so tired and he’s scared. Let him know that You’re there. Chorus Can you hear me? Can you see him? Please don’t leave him. He’s my son. ~Mark Schultz CD~		Spoken For Take this world from me. I don’t need it anymore. I am finally free. My heart is spoken for. Oh and I praise You. Oh and I worship You. Chorus: Covered by a love divine. Child of the risen Lord. To hear You say, "This one’s mine". My heart is spoken for. Now I have a peace. That I’ve never known before. I find myself complete. My heart is spoken for. By the power of the cross. You’ve taken what was lost. And made it fully Yours. And I have been redeemed. By You who spoke to me. Now I am spoken for. ~Mercy Me-Spoken For CD~
			I can only Imagine I can only imagine what it will be like. When I walk by Your side. I can only imagine what my eyes will see. When Your face is before me. I can only imagine. Chorus: Surrounded by Your glory. What will my heart feel? Will I dance for You Jesus Or in awe of You be still? Will I stand in Your presence, Or to my knees will I fall? Will I sing hallelujah, Will I be able to speak at all? I can only imagine. I can only imagine. I can only imagine when that day comes. And I find myself standing in the Son. I can only imagine when all I will do Is forever, forever worship You Chorus ~Mercy Me- Almost There CD~

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