Hold Them A Little CloserBlessed be God, even the Father
of our Lord Jesus Christ, the
Father of mercies, and the God
of all comfort; Who comforteth
us in all our tribulation, that
we may be able to comfort them
which are in any trouble, by
the same comfort with which we
ourselves are comforted of God.
II Corinthians 1:3,4
I pray you never walk through
The agony I've known
I pray that all your little ones
Will stay until they've grown.
I pray that you can really hear
My heartbroken cries
So you will know the anguish
When A Child Dies.
I pray it makes you hold them
Closer to your breast
And savor every moment
As if it were the best.
For none of us can ever know
How soon they will be gone
And we, we'll have the memories
To hold us in the dawn.
Oh dear and tired mother
Of rambunctious little lambs
Do not grow weary of washing
And helping little hands.
Remember that these precious ones
May not be with us long
And we will have to suffer
Such pain when they are gone.
So when you cry at one more day
Of toys spread on the floor,
Imagine if they weren't there
To mess up anymore.
Think of all those precious times
You'll miss and wish you had
They weren't all that bad.
Hold them closer for awhile
And stroke their silky hair
And hug them gently once for me
I wish that I were there.
For as I cry out for my son
Who cannot feel my touch
My heart cries out to tell you all
You can never love too much.......
© by Vicky Lynn Haycraft
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