Lord, Grant Me Understanding
Lord, I come to you all broken inside;
I don't understand why my child has died.
We tried so hard to conceive;
The need in our hearts, too strong to believe.
I smiled at each kick, and watched him grow;
His precious personality, I came to know.
The nursery stood ready, everything set right;
Folding his tiny clothes, brought me delight.
The labor was painful, and awfully long;
My Dr.'s face, showed something wrong.
We cried through the night with incredible pain;
The void in our life, would always remain.
The thought never occurred, that he would die;
To miss out on his life, his laugh, his cry.
I went through anger, and made you to blame;
Forgive me Lord, I'm so ashamed.
When I think about my son, who I love so much;
Reach down to me, with a comforting touch.
One comforting thought that I have found;
My son is with You, safe and sound.
By Lori A. Goldensoph © 2001 All rights reserved.