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This Child Is a Loaner
"I'll lend you for a little while
A child of mine," God said.
"For you to love while he lives,
And mourn for when he's dead."
"It may be six or seven years
Or forty two or three...
But will you, til I call him back,
Take care of him for me?"
"He'll bring his charms
To gladden you and
(should his stay be brief)
You'll have his lovely memories
As a solace for your grief."
"I cannot promise he will stay,
Since all from earth return;
But there are lessons taught below
I want this child to learn."
"I've searched the whole world over
In my search for teachers true...
And from all those that crowd life's lane,
I have chosen you."
"Now will you give him all your love,
Not think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come
To take him back again?"
"I fancied that I heard you say...
Dear Lord, Thy will be done.
For all the joys Thy child will bring
The risk of grief I'll run.
I will shelter him with tenderness,
I'll love him while I may
And for the happiness I've known
Forever grateful stay.
But should Thy angel call for him,
Much sooner than I've planned,
I'll brave the bitter grief that comes
And try to understand."
I knew you even before you were conceived...
I chose you when I planned creation...
You weren't a mistake, for your days were written in my book...
I determined the exact time of your birth and where you'd live...
You are fearfully and wonderfully made...
I knit you together in your mother's womb...
And brought you forth on the day you were born...
When God calls little Angels to dwell with Him above
We mortals sometime question the wisdom of His love,
For no heartache compares with the death of one small child,
Who does so much to make our world seem so wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to His fold,
So He picks a rosebud, before it can grow old.
God knows how much we need them,
and so He takes but a few,
To make the land of heaven more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult, still somehow we must try,
The saddest word mankind knows,
will always be "Goodbye".
So when a little child departs, we who are left behind,
must realize God loves children
and Angels are hard to find.
My Mom is a Survivor
My Mom is a survivor,
I watch her lay awake at night
But like the sands on the beach
She wears a smile for others...
My Mom tries to cope with death;
As I watch over my surviving Mom
I know that doesn't help her,
For no matter what she says...
Copyright 1998 Kaye Des'Ormeaux
I Hear Each Tear Fall
My Mom doesn't know I'm watching her
She says it sounds like music to her ears
I watch her stumble through each day
But there are few who truly understand
I know that her smiles light up a sky
I send to her my warmest hug
Yes, my Mom doesn't know I'm watching her
Copyright 2001 Kaye Des'Ormeaux
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