When He closed His eyes, they said, Ten thousand angels cried.
But there is a special sadness, When God takes the very young.
I cannot understand it, And I need to ask Him why.
For I, too, gave up a child, And I've tried hard to understand.
I want reasons; I want meaning, I am a parent who's heart-sore.
But, why my baby ... why my child?
Why did God put him on His list?
Had his purpose here been filled? Was that why he was taken first?
So many times I ask God why, I'm both saddened and ashamed.
One word keeps going through my mind, Patience ... patience ... patience.
Even if I knew God's reasons, What difference would it make?
Accept God's action without question? Why is that so very bad?
God will explain it when He's ready, Surely I can trust that much.
He knows the pain of one lost child, He weeps with me, and we are one.
I blow him kisses, and I say, "See you, honey, in a while."