we know so little of you.
You lived so vibrantly in the womb
Just out of touch,
just out of our grasp
we'll grieve for our loss.
To stroke your head,
hear you coo and giggle,
see you suck your thumb
burp and tumble.
We try to picture you
in our mind,
a full grown spirit
to comfort our sorrow.
Running around in heaven
on God's merciful errand.
Patient and faithful
that God in his heaven
all knowing, all seeing
will pour out
grand blessings and
faithfully comfort.
We'll keep our daydreams
safely tucked in our secret hiding place
until the time we meet
and embrace you face to face.
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