You are not alone.
GODS LOAN
"I'll lend to you for a little time,
A child of mine," He said,
"For you to love the while he lives
And mourn for when he's dead.
"It may be six or seven years
Or twenty-two or three,
But will you till 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 these precious memories
As solace for your grief.
"I cannot promise he will stay
Since all from earth return.
But there are lessons taught down there
I want this child to learn.
"I've looked this world over,
In my search for teachers true.
In the crowds that throng life's land,
I have selected you.
"Now will you give him all your love
Not think the labour vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call
To take him back again?"
It seems to me I heard them say,
"Dear Lord, thy will be done.
For all the joys a child shall bring,
The risk of grief we'll run.
"We'll shelter him with tenderness,
We'll love him while we may,
And for the happiness we've known
Forever grateful stay.
"And should the angels call for him
Much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes
And try to understand.
A child of mine," He said,
"For you to love the while he lives
And mourn for when he's dead.
"It may be six or seven years
Or twenty-two or three,
But will you till 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 these precious memories
As solace for your grief.
"I cannot promise he will stay
Since all from earth return.
But there are lessons taught down there
I want this child to learn.
"I've looked this world over,
In my search for teachers true.
In the crowds that throng life's land,
I have selected you.
"Now will you give him all your love
Not think the labour vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call
To take him back again?"
It seems to me I heard them say,
"Dear Lord, thy will be done.
For all the joys a child shall bring,
The risk of grief we'll run.
"We'll shelter him with tenderness,
We'll love him while we may,
And for the happiness we've known
Forever grateful stay.
"And should the angels call for him
Much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes
And try to understand.
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Permalink Reply by Ann on -
Thank you for posting this beautiful poem. I had heard it a long time ago. I wish that I had it to share when I lost my brother (to share with my mother), when I lost my own son just 5 years later, and with others along the way. So thank you again for sharing this with us on MyLovingTribute.
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Permalink Reply by Gail Richardson on -
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Permalink Reply by Tonya on -
My husbands aunt and uncle sent us that very same poem when Matthew went to heaven. They had gotten it when they lost 3 of their 4 daughters in a house fire and they saved it for 30 yrs.
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Permalink Reply by mary l zoglio on -
THIS IS SO SWEET,DID YOU WRITE THIS?
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