The Loss of a Child

By Aida Labib

We can't see your wisdom; we're fully blind,

We can't understand the death of a child.

Were you there as you've always been

From age to age in every seen?

How can we accept that a loving God

Saw the tragedy and yet allowed?

Didn’t He promise our sorrows to bear?

So why does he let us shed a tear?

The death of your saints are precious in your eyes.

You wept for Lazarus and shouted "arise!

I am the life and resurrection;

This body will rise with no corruption."

One day God's trumpet will blow and sound,

And the dead in Christ will gather around,

For the feast of the lamb they’ll meet in the air,

New names will be given and crowns so fair.

One day we'll see you face to face,

And sing new songs about your grace,

New heavens new earth you will create,

No sorrows but joys through the golden gate.

Till then we need you close and near,

We need to feel your arms and hear

Your comforting voice that casts out fear,

We trust your love and this cross we'll bear.

No matter how we hurt or cry

We'll trust and try not to ask you why,

Your master plan will never fail;

One day in heaven you will unveil.

Your love has no limit and is profound

Alpha, omega, Jehovah our Lord,

Savior, redeemer, king of our soul,

Heal our wounds and protect us all.