Did you know that when a baby dies
It's filled it's mission here,
And doesn't need to prove itself
In a mortal atmosphere?
They say these babies proved themselves
Before they came to earth,
And only needed bodies,
Which come through mortal birth,
To carry on their mission
Awaiting them above,
Where there's a heavenly atmosphere
That's filled with peace and love.
Sometimes, a premonition
May come to loved ones here,
To thus prepare them for the time
When little ones, so dear,
Will be called home to heaven,
So they may be prepared
To serve the Lord of heaven and earth,
Where love is freely shared,
For in that place called heaven,
The dearest spirits dwell,
And there, it is, that babies go,
For Father knows them well.
And He has "baby sitters,"
Like none you've ever known,
Who know just how to treat them,
Even when they're grown.
So if you've lost your baby,
Who dwells with God, above,
Rejoice that you were worthy
To have your baby's love,
Which is a precious treasure
For you, and you alone,
A pleasure you may treasure,
And claim your very own.
God's grace attend you this day and always. |
