There is a special place within the realm of glory
for children who have died on this earth.
Though it seemed their time here was far too short
-in heaven they're of infinite worth.
There among the glittering beauty of it all
there's no memory of trauma or disease.
For the Father sweeps them up the first day they arrive
then He holds them for hours on His knees.
They sing...and laugh...and play, in wholeness every day
for they're a part of the perfection above.
Their destiny is to worship the Maker of their souls
and to sing every day of His love.
Because that love is real and surpasses comprehension
God sends comfort to the parents down below.
For His presence is the balm for their broken, severed hearts
and for the deep pain that only He knows.
For this very reason, there are angels for a season
who hover closely when tears start to fall;
And when silence brings the sorrow that wakes them tomorrow
and they cry with a desperate call.
The same God who holds all eternity in His hands
holds the children in His perfect embraces.
And their parents find Him faithful every hour of the day
when tears fall fresh down their faces.
© Sheila Gosney
Surely He has borne our griefs
And carried our sorrows;
Yet we esteemed Him stricken,
Smitten by God, and afflicted.
But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,
And by His stripes we are healed.
Isaiah 53: 4 ~ 5 NKJV
Song: "Jesus Loves Me" Courtesy of Bob Sorem Midis