What does it
mean to be
a Christian
when the God you know and love
takes a child you know and love?
When He takes
your child
your baby
your most
beloved
belonging?
With this poem, I hope for the best. I believe we must. Then let them rest in peace and trust the good Lord’s just got the greatest hands to hold and caress. Daily the numbers grow and leave a solemn sadness.
May God’s hands sweep up all the grief left behind,
so these parents might know – the cure for their sorrows
lies in the realization that the hold of love is holding them, too.
