My sisters who share the sorrow of miscarriage, I dedicate this to all mothers who have loved and lost.
Someday the pain will go away
I struggle to count it all joy
Your birthstone? A garnet or a pearl
I don’t know if you were a girl or boy
Why did this have to happen
I know everything works for good
Trials and hurt I expected
But this I never could
You always hear my sorrow, Lord
You wipe away my tears
May your comfort guide me
Until my very last years
For on that day in the clouds
I’ll hear a shriek of glee
A trio of sweet babies will run and
jump on me
I will know them all by name, though
we haven’t even met
They tell me they’ve been waiting
To erase all my regret
They will thank me for my tummy
It’s comfort they will praise
Then they’ll point and show me
The warmth of heaven’s rays
I’ll hold them in my arms
My heart will be a twitter
I’ll greet them with a kiss
And talk about brother and sister
My precious bundle of angels
And an embrace as warm as the sun
This reunion I will long for
When the victory is won
“God blesses those who mourn, for they will be comforted.” Matthew 5:4 (NLT)
“The Lord is close to those who are brokenhearted, he rescues those whose spirits are crushed.” Psalm 34:18 (NLT)
