All heaven was in
mourning,
The day that young man died. When His eyes were closed in death, Ten thousand angels cried.
The angels shed
their many tears,
Because He was
God's Son.
But there is a
special sadness,
When God takes the
very young.
At times like that, I question God ,
Why let a child
die?
I cannot
understand it,
And I need to ask Him why.
I, too, have heard
the angels cry,
I've heard them cry first hand. For I, too, gave up a child, And I've tried hard to understand.
Yes, I received
God's comfort,
Though I'm grateful, I want more. I want reasons; I want meaning, I am a parent who's heart-sore.
God can give, and
God can take,
I am well aware of this. But, why my baby - why my child? Why did God put him on His list?
Did I love my
child too much?
Was he too good
for this old earth?
Had his purpose
here been filled?
Was that why he
was taken first?
I awake each day
with questions,
I fall asleep at night, the same. So many times I ask God why, I'm both saddened and ashamed
But then, in my
reflective moments,
When my prayers are most intense. One word keeps going through my mind, Patience - patience - patience.
Maybe now is not
the time,
To explain my
great heartache.
Even if I knew God's
reasons,
What difference
would it make?
Can't I just be
grateful,
For any time we had? Accept God's action without question? Why is that so very bad?
What's my hurry -
why my pressure?
Is my faith not strong enough? God will explain it when He's ready, Surely I can trust that much.
God understands my
broken heart,
He, too, gave up a Son. He knows the pain of one lost child,
He weeps with me,
and we are one.
Just as I talk to God each day, I talk to my precious child.
I blow him
kisses and I say,
"See you,
honey, in a while."
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