Sun shines in through my bedroom window
But gray clouds begin to line the sky.
I held you for just a few weeks;
My brokenness cries out, Why, Lord, why?
Your frame in secret was never hid,
Although I saw you not, our Father always did.
Knit together by His perfect design–
Image of His, your daddy’s, and mine.
A break in the clouds, a sun ray glows,
I strain to see heaven: you’re there, I know.
The clouds come again, the rain to pour,
I long for heaven so I can hold you once more.
The rain isn’t coming, ’tis only the tears
That Mommy cries for you darling, and will through the years.
One day as a thousand, and those as a day,
This month has seemed endless: you’re so far away.
But I will come to you, no more tears in my eye,
And we’ll glorify God together, my children and I.
These days are dark and dreary as I tread here on the earth
My womb, arms , heart and mind cry out: new life and birth!
Yet God is good and gracious, with mercies new each day,
He gives to us His wisdom, love, and comfort when we pray.
So my precious children, I praise Him through the pain,
Confident that someday I will get to hold you once again.
The Lord will bless and keep, and shine His face so bright,
While brother, Daddy, and I cling to faith with all our might.