On A
Child's Death
All heaven was in mourning,
The day
that young man died,
When He
closed His eyes, they said,
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 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 this 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."
Author,
Virginia Ellis,
(copyight
2000, used with permission)
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