Recently, a number of my Facebook friends have lost children. I have watched in anguish as they have been faced with dreadful unexpected news. I don’t know what to say and all I can do is pray.
I don’t know what to say when a child dies
It comes up on my Facebook page – the worst news before my eyes
We know that life is fleeting and each will have death to face
But oh it’s not supposed to be that a child wins the race
When parents have to bury the one that they have borne
Shattered emotions, hearts, in a million pieces torn.
Life will never be the same – there is a vacant space
All that they were, an entire life – one we can’t replace.
They are gone – they have left this cruel and painful land
To arrive in a heavenly realm – before Jesus they now stand.
We don’t know how God works – all ages we have seen,
He was 30, he was 40, she was only seventeen.
When parents each heard the news – they had to say goodbye
Their beloved child, once held in arms, they have seen them die.
It isn’t s’pose to be like this – parents should go on
They should be waiting in heaven for the arrival of their son.
Now while in earthly terms, this was not supposed to be,
It’s not about here and not about now – it’s about eternity.
We live suspended in a moment of time, as the clock ticks on
It won’t be long – a fleeting breath when we too will be gone.
We will pass and then we will arrive at heaven’s door
A huge celebration on our behalf of those who’ve gone before.
They will be there and not alone, Jesus, Job and Paul
Matthew, Mark, Luke and John – we will see them all.
And while today we don’t understand and pain we have to bear
All will be revealed in heaven above with Christ when we get there.
We thank God that through Jesus Christ, we can have His faith,
When we die and arrive in heaven, we will have won the race.
There will be no more pain and no more tears will flow.
Perfect love, joy and peace will be the fruit we know.
Helga van Niekerk ©
2 Corinthians 5:1
For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands.
God bless you.
In His Grip,