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