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OUR SPECIAL ANGEL KEITH RICHARD WARSING January 28,1979---May 6,1999 |
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ON A CHILDS DEATH |
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AAll heaven was in mourning The day that young man died, When He closed His eyes, they said, Ten thousand angels cried |
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The angels shed their many tears, Because He was God's son, But there is special sadness, When God takes the very young. |
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At times like that, I question God, Why let a child die? I cannot understand it, And I need to ask Him why. |
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I, toI, too, have heard the angels cry, I've heard them cry first hand, For I, too, gave up a child, And I've tried hard to understand. |
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Yes, I received God's comfort, Though I'm grateful I want more, I want reasons; I want meaning I'm a parent who's heart sore. |
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GoGod can give and God can take, I am well aware of this, But why my baby - why my child? Why did God put him on His list? |
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Did I love my child too much? Was he too good for this old earth? Has his purpose here been filled? Was that why he was taken first? |
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I awake each day with questions, I fall asleep at night the same, So many times I asked God why, I'm both saddened and ashamed. |
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But then, in reflective moments, When my prayers are most intense, One word keeps going through my mind, Patience - patience - patience. |
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Maybe now is not the time, To explain this great heartache, Even if I knew God's reasons, What difference would it make. |
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Can't I just be grateful, For any time we had? Accept God's action without question? Why is that so very bad? |
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What's my hurry - why my pressure? Is my faith not strong enough? God will explain it when He's ready, Surely I can trust that much. |
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GGod understands my broken heart, He, too, gave up a Son, He knows the pain of one lost child, He weeps with me, we are one. |
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Just as I talk to God each day, I talk to my precious child, I blow him kisses, and I say, "See you, honey, in a while." |
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Author, Virginis Ellis (copyright 2000 - used with permission) |
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Ginny Place |
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