
by: Author Unknown,
We cried tears when we learned that a child would be, that our God had allowed you to quicken in me. We cried tears with our loved ones as they shared our joy, and we thought about names for a girl or a boy.
I cried tears as I thought of the things we would do, all the things that your Daddy would pass on to you. And I cried tears as I thought of each inch you had grown, as I pondered the day that you'd make yourself known. Then to think of the world you must enter brought fears, once again little loved one your Mother cried tears.
Something's wrong,
I cried tears as I thought of the things we would do, all the things that your Daddy would pass on to you. And I cried tears as I thought of each inch you had grown, as I pondered the day that you'd make yourself known. Then to think of the world you must enter brought fears, once again little loved one your Mother cried tears.
Something's wrong,
I can tell - once again there are tears, and I'll not get the chance of your love through the years. Oh the ache and the sorrow and all of the pain, and again, yes again my tears fall like rain.
Then His peace comes to me as I think of you there, gently rocking with Father in His favorite chair. Your sweet little fingers clenched tight in His palm, and His son softly singing to help keep you calm.
Our God knew your days before you came to be, and He knew little one you would not stay with me, so I cry, but I know that when this life is done, I will greet and embrace you, my sweet little one.
There's a time to be born and a time to die, and the joy and the sorrow both both make us cry!
Then His peace comes to me as I think of you there, gently rocking with Father in His favorite chair. Your sweet little fingers clenched tight in His palm, and His son softly singing to help keep you calm.
Our God knew your days before you came to be, and He knew little one you would not stay with me, so I cry, but I know that when this life is done, I will greet and embrace you, my sweet little one.
There's a time to be born and a time to die, and the joy and the sorrow both both make us cry!
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