When a baby dies,
it's very hard to bear,
Because that baby may have been
an answer to your prayer,
Or else, perhaps, you loved it,
because it filled a need,
Or else, because you wanted it
to grow up and succeed.
But God, who lives in heaven,
can see a sparrow fall,
And knows our every heart-wish,
and sees us, one and all.
He wants us to be happy,
but has His own needs, too,
And maybe He needs baby's love
as much as we here do.
Or maybe He has called your child
to fill a mission there,
Or render faithful service,
bringing joy beyond compare
To Father's other children,
who loved your little one
Before it came to dwell on earth
to be your daughter - son.
Who knows what heavenly purpose
awaits your little child,
Whom God has taken home to Him,
where love is simply styled?
But this much is for certain,
you'll see your child once more,
In Heavenly Father's mansion,
when God has closed the door,
And drawn the veil of human tears
for you, and those you love,
So you can be together in mansions up above.
There is no pain nor sorrow,
if you have done your part
To be found worthy of His love
who holds you in His heart.
Let God become your partner,
your comfort, guide and stay,
And let the Savior of the World
help take your grief away.
Look forward to tomorrow,
and to that heavenly place,
Where God, the Father, and the Son
will bless you with their grace,
And where your little baby
awaits your "coming home,"
To bless it with your loving care
beneath that heavenly dome
Which covers your own mansion
awaiting for you there,
Where Springtime is forever,
and skies are always fair. |
