Small Ones Taken Home

My mind has turned to children,
The very small ones in the womb,
How many, Lord, you take home
Before we wanted You to.
You see we wanted them to hold, Lord.
We loved them; we already did.
So many out there don’t, Lord.
They can’t see them as a gift.
But we did, Oh Father, we did.
We knew they’d be a blessing,
But You took them home so early
Before we wanted You to.
And how, Oh Lord, I know
You know better than I do.
Oh teach me, Lord, to see your plans
The way You’d have me to.
Please mend my broken heart
Who misses my dear child
You gave to me to hold on earth
If only in the womb.
Help me know that it’s okay
To miss, to love, to cry,
To know they’re in your hands now
Though I might not know just why.
Continue, Lord, to teach me
Your holy sovereignty,
To know You are creator,
And you truly do love me.
You also love these children.
You made them too I see,
And now they stand before You
And praise You mightily.
Oh, they can see Your glory.
They behold Your face,
And there will come a day
We’ll be together You to praise.
Oh, thank you for the hope You give
Life eternal after death.
May I praise You in the meantime
And rest in Your sweet grace.






(My Baby Hope at 10 weeks)

~After many recent thoughts of my loss and those around me.~