The burden falls on family
of children “born to die,”
encumbered with their suffering ~
Helpless, yet close by
The heaviness of dis-ease
is but for One to bear.
Heavy-laden, tortured hearts
haunt all close by who care.
Joyousness loses ground;
Walls are built up high
Somehow it isn’t fair to live;
One loved will surely die.
Sharing, laughing, fun together,
Always finding time…
Within our hearts; constant thoughts
What is purposed, Thine?…
Then the “what if” dreams of joy,
so many thoughts of trade…
Gladly we’d give a day, or more
to see our sister saved…
How fair is it for one to struggle ~
So young and innocent.
How fair is God, who says He’s love,
Yet allows such pain, we vent…
But God knows best, His mighty plan,
that we aren’t blessed to see…
The way our sister touches those
whose lives are not in He…
Dear Laura lit a way for some
who never would have known…
Our Savior died to rescue us,
and now sits on the throne.
Spirit tells us He is real;
He wields a mighty hand.
The days we live are not for us,
His love has greater plan.
He seeks redemption of all men,
He seeks our hearts for His.
If more were saved by Laura’s grace,
than this is why she lived.
of children “born to die,”
encumbered with their suffering ~
Helpless, yet close by
The heaviness of dis-ease
is but for One to bear.
Heavy-laden, tortured hearts
haunt all close by who care.
Joyousness loses ground;
Walls are built up high
Somehow it isn’t fair to live;
One loved will surely die.
Sharing, laughing, fun together,
Always finding time…
Within our hearts; constant thoughts
What is purposed, Thine?…
Then the “what if” dreams of joy,
so many thoughts of trade…
Gladly we’d give a day, or more
to see our sister saved…
How fair is it for one to struggle ~
So young and innocent.
How fair is God, who says He’s love,
Yet allows such pain, we vent…
But God knows best, His mighty plan,
that we aren’t blessed to see…
The way our sister touches those
whose lives are not in He…
Dear Laura lit a way for some
who never would have known…
Our Savior died to rescue us,
and now sits on the throne.
Spirit tells us He is real;
He wields a mighty hand.
The days we live are not for us,
His love has greater plan.
He seeks redemption of all men,
He seeks our hearts for His.
If more were saved by Laura’s grace,
than this is why she lived.
1 comment:
What a beautiful poem - thank you for sharing this piece of your heart. I worked for several years with children with developmental disabilites (I was a Music Therapist..it was my degree) - every one of these beautiful children held such purpose and life!
P.S. Speaking of life, an ultrasound showed us the gender of our new little one. Head on over to the blog to find out!
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