So close to life so near
naught two days but did us part
Now all I have are tears
and sorrows in my heart.
Such work the Lord has done
to form this perfect child
So why does it now end
before we saw your smile?
So many hopes and plans
were found in you, small one
Now all are cast aside
and night has overcome.
Into this world you came
but you we'd never know
We've seen your precious face
only tears did it make flow.
I question now His plan
I can not understand.
How can the pure child die
and the wicked still do stand?
How shall I reconcile
this turmoil in my soul?
How chooseth He the one to stay
and the other one to go?
I hold my own child close
and tremble at the fact
Her future I don't know
and prophecy I lack
In Him alone can I
trust her and all her needs
Oh Lord protect her ways
and be her Savior please!
I offer now a prayer
that healing soon will come
That Grace and Mercy too
be found there in that home.
The God of comfort shall
in time bring true relief
This child we shall still meet
in Heaven's golden streets.
I question yet a while;
some day the Lord shall tell
Why on this Earth such pain
was long allowed to dwell
Written by: Charles Jones, 30 August 2000
Dedicated to my little cousin Alicia Parrish, child of Steve and Lisa Parrish, whom I never got to meet. Born two days too late
Note: This poem is designed to fit the meter of the Loreena McKennitt work titled Skellig
Isaiah 25: 8. He will swallow up death in victory; and the Lord God will wipe away tears from off all faces;