In My Father's Hands

The lost of a baby brings much pain to the mother and father and they may sometimes question why. It is our human nature to search for answers but it is also man nature to search in places where there will be no answers. Our Father has told us to bring our cares to Him and even though we put things in His hands we question His purpose. The Lord alone knows when he would call back a spirit and why. I pray for a solace for the family but more for their awareness that their baby’s spirit in it’s purest stage is now truly in God’s hands.

 

In My Father’s Hands

I know mom and dad when you couldn’t be

Nurturing and caring anymore for me

My care you put in my Father’s hands

You knew only my Heavenly Father understands

Faith must not stop now you did all that was right

And I’m resting safely in God’s hands tonight

The first 28 weeks I was able to play

Had fun tossing and kicking and swimming each day

Every night when you coaxed me off to sleep

Right when you dropped off I took a peep

So I never saw the sun and I never sang or talked

Had no green pastures, never ran or walked

All those things though they bring gaiety

None of them matter as much to me

Don’t ever think my life was not in God’s plans

Shed no more tears for me I’m In My Father’s Hands

 


 

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