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God's Loan

Author unknown

 

"I'll lend to you a little time,

A child of mine," He said,

"For you to love her while she lives

And mourn for when she's dead."

 

"She'll bring her charms to gladden you

And should her stay be brief,

You'll have these precious memories

As solace for your grief."

 

"I cannot promise she will stay

Since all from earth return.

But there are lessons taught down there

I want this child to learn."

 

"I've looked this world over,

In my search for teachers true.

In the crowds that throng life's land,

I have selected you."

 

"Now will you give her all your love

Not think the labor vain,

Nor hate me when I come to call

To take her back again?"

 

It seems to me I heard them say,

"Dear Lord, thy will be done."

For all the joys a child shall bring,

The risk of grief we'll run.

 

We'll shelter her with tenderness,

We'll love her while we may,

And for the happiness we've known

Forever grateful stay.

 

And should the angels call for her

Much sooner than we've planned,

We'll brave the bitter grief that comes

And try to understand. 

 
Birth Plan

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep (1996)
Wilbur Skeels

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the song that will never end.
I am the love of family and friend.
I am the child who has come to rest
In the arms of the Father who knows her best.
When you see the sunset fair,
I am the scented evening air.
I am the joy of a task well done.
I am the glow of the setting sun.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!

Remembering

Go ahead and mention my child,
The one that died, you know. 
Don't worry about hurting me further. 
The depth of my pain doesn't show. 

Don't worry about making me cry. 
I'm already crying inside. 
Help me to heal by releasing
The tears that I try to hide. 

I'm hurt when you just keep silent,
Pretending he didn't exist.
I'd rather you mention my child,
Knowing that she has been missed.


You asked me how I was doing.
I say "pretty good" or "fine".
But healing is something ongoing
I feel it will take a lifetime. 

~ Elizabeth Dent ~