In Heaven there must surely be
A special place, a nursery
Where 'little spirits' not fully grown
Go to live in their Heavenly home.
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The angels must attend with love
Tiny spirits on wings of doves;
The choir of angels must sing lullabies
Maybe quieting their tiny cries.
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The Father must come by each day
To cuddle and play in a special way
These tiny spirits left earth too soon
Little ones called Home from the womb.
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These sparks of life did not perish
But came to the Father's love to cherish,
To grow and be taught in His own arms
Safely away from all earthly harm.
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The comforter was sent to earth at once
To the parents who lost their little one
Their hearts so ache, their arms feel empty
The question 'why' seems so tempting.
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Then all at once in the midst of tears
There comes a peace that stills the fears
The parents share the Father's own need
To hold their tiny spirit being.
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They relinquish their own desperate hold
And release their baby to the Father's fold,
Then comes an angel to whisper the truth
Of a nursery in Heaven bearing rich fruit
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Of tiny spirits chosen to worship the Father
A place that couldn't be filled by another,
Called to be spared from the struggles of earth,
Chosen to be one of Heaven's births.
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So Father, whisper words of love from me
To our unborn 'life' in your nursery
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By Rebekah Milne, Mildura, SA, Australia, written after her own miscarriage.
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This recent miscarriage was especially traumatic because I nearly bled to death.
Poor Matt suffered terribly because he lost a baby and almost lost his wife too.
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Far too many people think that pregnancy loss should just be forgotten. It can't be forgotten. To deal with the loss, you have to remember those tiny lives.
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