Lord, I have learned so much of you,
Yet how little do I truly know.
I know I should not ask you “Why”
Yet these things I would have you show.
Why, Lord, can you stand to look at me,
When my sins nailed you to the cross?
You endured such pain and agony;
For me you suffered such loss!
Why, Lord, have you made me your child,
When my heart is so prone to wander?
Perhaps you see in me the prodigal,
Who does return though I falter.
Why, Lord, do you still love me,
Though I fail you day by day?
I stumble and yes I fall,
Yet by my side you stay.
Why, Lord, do you hold my hand,
Through my temptations and trials?
You even give me strength to stand,
Though my faith fails you so often.
Why, Lord, have you prepared a mansion,
Where I will dwell with you eternally?
Walking through the streets of gold,
Lord, a wretched sinner like me?
The answers still elude me, Lord,
Though I’ve pondered this in my mind.
Yet seeing your arms open wide at Calvary,
Glimmers of understanding begin to shine.
Your mercy withholds from me,
The judgment I so much deserve’
And your grace bestows upon me,
Your great love that I could never earn.
October 15th, 2007
This poem is dedicated to “Our Little One”, who went to be with Jesus on May 21, 1997, after being in Momma’s belly for 15 or so weeks. In October, 1997, found out I was pregnant again, and gave birth to Abigail, June 1998, then Melissa, June 2001, and Carolyn Ann-Marie in October 2004.
It is my hope and prayer that many find solace in the confident hope that their precious “little one” is with the Lord.
But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast? can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me. 2 Samuel 12:23 (King David speaking)
But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope. For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him. For this we say unto you by the word of the Lord, that we which are alive and remain unto the coming of the Lord shall not prevent them which are asleep. For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord. Wherefore comfort one another with these words. 1 Thessalonians 4:13-18
God is gracious!
Our Little One
Didn’t know if you were a boy or girl.
Would your hair be straight, or would it curl?
Would you be dark like your Daddy,
or would you be fair skinned like me?
Would you love to run and play outside,
or be a homebody by Momma’s side?
Would your mind in the clouds often wander,
or would engineering feats, be what you ponder?
The Lord never let us know these things,
but he knew the joy you’d bring.
Even carrying you for such a short time,
making me yearn for a new Little One in His time.
Your time with us was, oh so brief.
Your loss, brought us so much grief.
Yet through it all, I learned to see,
how My Lord, He walks with me.
I could not wish you back with us,
for surely, I have learned to trust,
and know you are safer with the Lord,
and am glad for the short time He could afford.
For surely, He must love you so,
to take you from us, and this I know,
that one day up in glory, when my Jesus I shall see,
there’ll be another Special Little One, waiting up there for me!
September 26, 2000