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FALLEN SPARROW

A sparrow fell, and no one heard. Nobody cared. It was just a bird. From all the numberless flitting throng of sparrows, who would miss one song" But God leaned down and whispered, "I care, That was one of My sparrows, and I was there." A beautiful girl, all sunshine and laughter, With quiet thoughts and twinkling eyes after! With hurts to smooth over, and deeds to applaud.... My daughter fell! Why weren't You there? Is it only for sparrows and such that You care? If you're God at all....then You could have prevented This nightmare of pain! So you must have consented, I've always believed You Were loving and good, I'd like to believe still, if only I could. But God, if You love me, how can You allow such unbearable pain as I'm feeling right now. Such helplessness...hopelessness...bitter Regret... So many tears that have fallen and yet So many more that are still locked Inside. Oh God...out there somewhere...have You ever cried? I'm not even sure, anymore that You are real, But if You are God...do you care how I feel? Beloved I care in the midst of your grief. In the midst of your stricken and crumbling belief. In the midst of the blackness of total despair. In the midst of your questioning, Child... I am there. "In the midst!" Not far off in some vague fifth dimension, But there, where you are, giving you my attention. My constant attention....and not just today, Since before you were born, I have loved you this way. You're important to Me, every hair on your head I have numbered Myself, can these tears that you shed Go uncounted.......unnoticed? Nay, child, here I stand Close enough that each teardrop falls into My hand. Nor am I a stranger to anguish, to loss. My own Son was taken one day by a cross. I know what you suffer; I know what you'll gain, If you'll let Me walk with you into your pain. I'll carry your grief, and your sorrow I'll bear. You've only to reach out your hand....I am there. Fear nothing. You’re so special girl, Is safe in My house, and heaven's filled with the joy of the ring of her laughter, her quick eager smile, And the things he's saving to show you "after a while" Yes, I could have prevented... but, child, you can't see, With My perfect wisdom, trust your daughter to Me. Of course, you will miss her, but while you are weeping, Remember, it's only her body that's sleeping. Her "self" is awake, wide awake As I said; I am God of the living, not God of the dead. She trusted Me, and My sure will is done. Who believes shall not die, that included your girl. Let Me walk with you now, through the long heavy days. Let Me slowly begin changing heartache to praise. Take hold of My hand child, take hold of My love. I will lead you to joys that you know not yet of. Your faith may be weak, and your trust incomplete, But I'll walk not too fast for your stumbling feet.
Posted by Jackie,, a fellow bereaved parent, one of my favorite poems that was sent to me when my little boy died. May God wrap his loving arms around you all and give you strength and peace.
Friday December 21, 2012 at 1:13 am
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