Our Little Buddy
Oh, the joy you brought our way
When you were born that summer's day.
You were such a
With a cry that was ever so mild.
The Lord had blessed us from Heaven above,
With such a precious gift for us to love.
Your mother knew that something wasn't right.
Mothers are filled with such insight.
doctor said there was something wrong.
He said that you wouldn't be with us for long.
My soul sank quickly with much despair
To think of my life without you there.
We prayed things would be different, prayed you'd be stronger.
it turned out, you didn't last much longer.
The Lord gave us a good summer, for that I am thankful,
But sometimes it was hard to feel very grateful.
Such a happy boy while you were here,
A shining face without any fear.
loved to help you play,
Your sisters are special in every way.
When you got sick that fall night,
You were so brave, you gave a good fight.
It was a little easier to let you go
After we had watched you struggle so.
I know you
are better where you are now,
But I long for your touch and to be with you somehow.
You were the Lord's child before you were mine,
One day I'll hold you again, oh day divine.
By Charles D. Witzig
Jan 18, 1999
I knew some day we had to let him go,
But I still love him so.
And some day I had to
Because of that sparkle in his eye.
On that day I felt empty in a way,
I just couldn't speak on that day.
On that day he left us all,
Our hearts began to fall.
8 1/2 years old
God's Garden Must Be Beautiful
God looked around the garden and found an
He looked down upon the
earth and saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you and lifted you to rest.
God's garden must be beautiful, for He only takes the best.
He knew that you were weary, and He knew you were in pain.
He knew that you would never be well
on earth again.
He saw the roads were getting rough, and the hills were hard to climb.
So He closed your weary eyes and whispered, "Peace be thine".
God's Child and Yours
"I'll lend you for a little time, a Child of Mine," He said,
"For you to love while he
lives, and mourn for when he is dead.
It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three,
But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you, and should his stay be brief, You'll have
his lovely memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay, since all from Earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.
I've looked this wide world over in search of teachers true.
And from the throngs that crowd Life's lane, I have decided you.
Now, will you give him all your love nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate Me when I come to call to take him back again?"
I fancy that I heard them say, "Dear Lord, Thy
will be done.
For all the joy this child shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may,
And for the happiness we've known, forever grateful stay."
And should the angels
call for him much sooner than we planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that came, and try to understand."
"My First Christmas in Heaven"
I see the countless Christmas Trees around the world below,
With tiny lights,
like Heaven's stars, reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away that tear,
For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear,
But the sounds of
music can't compare
with the Christmas choir up here.
I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring,
For it is beyond description, to hear the angels sing.
I know how much you miss me. I see the pain inside your heart,
but I am not so far away. We really aren't apart.
So be happy for me dear ones. You know I hold you dear,
And be glad I'm spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I send you each a special gift, from my heavenly home above.
I send you each a memory of my true undying love.
After all "Love" is a gift more precious than pure gold.
It was always most important in the stories Jesus told.
Please love and keep each other, as my Father said to do,
can't count the blessing of love he has for each of you.
So, have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear.
Remember, I'm spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
The Mention of His Name
The mention of my child's name
May bring tears to my eyes,
But it never fails to
Music to my ears
If you are really my friend,
Let me hear the beautiful music of his name.
It soothes my broken heart
And sings to my soul
Go ahead and mention my child,
The one that died, you know.
Don't worry about hurting me further,
depth of my pain doesn't show.
Don't worry about making me cry.
I'm already crying inside.
Help me to heal by releasing
The tears that I try to hide.
I'm hurt when you just keep silent,
Pretending he didn't exist.
you mention my child,
Knowing that he has been missed.
You asked me how I was doing.
I say "pretty good" or "fine".
But healing is something ongoing.
I feel it will take a lifetime.