| | | On Losing Your Little One
by James H. Lee Jr. | I wept the other night for you when I saw Jesus' hand
Reach out and take your little one
Into His world so grand.
I thought it such a pity you'd never get to see
Your little child you dearly loved
Reach its maturity.
Your little one was fretful, as fretful as could be,
Until it saw the Savior's scars
He got from Calvary.
Then Jesus whispered something I couldn't understand,
But, oh the look of love He gave,
Was very, very grand.
I wanted to draw near Him, to feel His light divine,
To see the look of tenderness
Which, from His eyes did shine,
But it was not my privilege, although I did see this,
Your happy hearted little one
Receiving Jesus' kiss.
'Twas then I heard a chorus of little children sing,
And I beheld their look of love,
With Jesus answering.
"I am a child of God," they sang, "And He has brought me here,
Has given me a heavenly home
With Jesus, kind and dear."
'Twas then the chorus faded, as Jesus and your child
Passed silently beyond the veil,
And left my heart beguiled.
I saw no grief nor mourning, no, not a single tear,
But joy and true rejoicing
There, with your little "dear."
So, friend, if you are worried about your little one,
Rejoice, as it has gone to live
With God's Eternal Son,
And strive to be found worthy to join the Savior dear,
So you may raise your little one
In a heavenly atmosphere.
God grant you peace and comfort, and soften grief and tears,
For you may be together,
In just a few short years.
You have our sympathy and love. | James H. Lee Jr.
Copyright 1988 |
| | This poem is from my book of Heart Thoughts for Those Who Grieve and Mourn. Here is the why behind it... It came to me one day after visualizing in my mind, Jesus coming and taking a friend's little one home to heaven to join Him there, along with the other little ones He had called home. When I decided to include that poem in this book, I felt that I needed to find a hand reaching out and taking a child's hand, but only showing the hands, and so I went in search of such a picture to put on the cover of my book of Heart Thoughts for When a Baby Dies. It took me several days, but in one of the copy shops where they had a large file of copyright free pictures and graphics, in almost the last part of one of their files, I found it. So I made a copy of it, and that is what is on the cover of my book. Two hands reaching for each other, an adult hand reaching down, and a child's hand reaching up just as I had visualized it should be. I was so glad I found it, as it helps me to understand more fully the message of this poem. Have a wonderful day, and know that you are loved. |
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