"I'll lend you
for a little while
A child of
mine," God said.
"For you to love
while he lives,
And mourn for when
he's dead.
It may be six or
seven years
Or forty-two or
three.
But will you, til 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 a solace in your
grief.
I cannot promise he
will stay,
Since all from earth
return;
But there are lessons
taught below
I want this child to
learn.
I've searched the
whole world over
In my quest for
teachers true,
And from all those
that crowd life's lane,
I have chosen you.
Now, will you give
him all your love?
Not think the labour
vain?
Nor hate me when I
come
To take him back
again?"
"I fancied that
I heard them say--
"Dear Lord, Thy
will be done
For all the joys Thy
child will bring
The risk of grief
we'll run.
We will shelter him
with tenderness,
We'll love him while
we may,
And for the happiness
we've known
Forever grateful
stay.
But should Thy angel
call for him,
Much sooner than
we've planned,
We'll brave the
bitter grief that comes
And try to
understand."
Author Unknown
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