My Mom wrote this poem for Job's service. I dedicate it to all you moms who have lost a child.

With love,

Kerrie

 

Shhhh…  it’s not time to wake me, Mommy.

Yes, I’ve come to know you this soon,

Nestled in the comfort of your womb.

Your breath seems so slow and so deep –

It’s rhythm has lulled me to sleep.

 

 

Shhhh… it’s not time to wake me, Siblings.

My eyes have still to see the sun;

These crooked limbs have yet to run.

You’ll have to wait to play with me,

To ride our bikes and climb our tree.

 

 

Shhhh… it’s not time to wake me, Daddy.

My tiny hands can’t grasp yours now,

Nor your gentle words teach me how.

Keep those stories and nursery rhymes,

Save your wisdom for another time.

 

 

Shhh… it’s not time to wake me.

Although my story seems untold,

My future’s promised to unfold.

I will awake when I am whole,

Stirred by HIS whisper to my soul!

Blessed be your name in the land that is plentiful,

Where Your streams of abundance flow, blessed be Your name.

Blessed be your name when I'm found in the desert place,

Though I walk through the wilderness, blessed be Your name.

 

Prechorus:

Every blessiing You pour out I'll turn back to praise

And when the darkness closes in Lord, stlill I will say:

 

Chorus:

Blessed be the name of the LORD, blessed be Your name;

Blessed be the name of the LORD, blessed be Your glorious name.

 

Blessed be your name when the sun's shining down on me,

When the world's all as it should be, blessed be Your name.

Blessed be Your name on the road marked with suffering,

Though there's pain in the offering, blessed be Your name.

 

Prechorus & Chorus

 

You give and take away; You give and take away;

My heart will choose to say, Lord blessed be Your name.

 

Blessed be the name of the LORD, blessed be Your name;

Blessed be the name of the LORD, blessed be Your glorious name.

 

Amen.