As the Day Draws Near
I received a beautiful poem with a dozen roses from a dear friend for Mother’s Day. This week being the week our babies were to be born, I can’t help but read through this poem, with tears in my eyes, yet knowing my Father has a greater plan. My friend, too, has gone through the pain of losing a child. The hug and kiss of love from her reminded us we do not walk this path alone. Our babies will always be imprinted on our hearts, but one day we will join them in glory.
Baby Tears
By: Connie Johnson
We cried tears when we learned that a child would be, that your God had allowed you to quicken in me.
We cried tears with our loved ones as they shared our joy, and we thought about names for a girl or a boy.
I cried tears as I thought of the things that we would do, all the things that your daddy would pass on to you.
And I cried as I thought of each inch you had grown, as I pondered the day you’d make yourself known.
Then, to think of the world you must enter brought fears. Once again, little loved one, your mother cried tears.
Something’s wrong, I can tell – once again there are tears, and I’ll not get the chance of your love through the years.
Oh the ache and the sorrow and all of the pain, and again, yes again, my tears fell like rain. Then His peace comes to me as I think of you there, gently rocking with the Father in His favorite chair. Your sweet little fingers clenched tight in His palm and His Son softly singing to help keep you calm. Our Father knew your days before they came to be, and He knew, little one, you would not stay with me.
So, I cry but I know that when this life is done, I will greet and embrace you my little sweet one. There’s a time to be born and a time to die, and the joy and the sorrow of both make us cry!
Forever grateful we are, for the sacrifice Brenda made for us. How humbling it is to be part of God’s grander purposes – we never would have dreamed of this opportunity. How beautiful it is to be a recipient of such grace and love – and all the more, the grace and love of our Savior. We forever are in awe of her gift and forever changed! Though tears may fall, it is with humble thankfulness that we stand today, in gratitude for Brenda’s gift of love.
