The day that young man died;
When He closed His eyes, they said,
Ten thousand angels cried.
Because He was God's Son;
But there is a special sadness,
When God takes the very young.
Why let a child die?
I cannot understand it,
And I need to ask Him why.
I've heard them cry first hand;
For I, too, gave up a child,
And I've tried hard to understand.
Though I'm grateful, I want more;
I want reasons; I want meaning,
I am a parent who's heart-sore.
I am well aware of this;
But, why my baby ... why my child?
Why did God put him on His list?
Was he too good for this old earth?
Had his purpose here been filled?
Was that why he was taken first?
I fall asleep at night, the same;
So many times I ask God why,
I'm both saddened and ashamed.
When my prayers are most intense,
One word keeps going through my mind,
Patience ... patience ... patience.
To explain this great heartache;
Even if I knew God's reasons,
What difference would it make?
For any time we had?
Accept God's action without question?
Why is that so very bad?
Is my faith not strong enough?
God will explain it when He's ready,
Surely I can trust that much.
He, too, gave up a Son;
He knows the pain of one lost child,
He weeps with me, and we are one.
I talk to my precious child;
I blow him kisses, and I say,
"See you, honey, in a while."