God's Loan

I'll lend you for a little time a special child of Mine,

So tiny, pure, and innocent with a beautiful smile that shines.

For you to love the while she lives, and mourn for when she's gone.

That's why you must remember, My child's a precious loan.

It may be sixteen or seventeen months, twenty-two or three,

But will you, till I call her home, take care of her for Me?

She'll bring tears and joys to you, but should her stay be brief,

You'll have her priceless memories, as solace for your grief.

Now will you give her all your love, nor think the labor vain,

Nor hate Me when I come to call, to take her back again?

"Oh yes, Dear Lord, Thy will be done.

For all the joy Thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run.

We'll shelter her with tenderness, we'll love her while we may,

And for the happiness we'll know, forever grateful stay."

Dearest Rachelle,

We knew little that morning that God would call your name;

In life we loved you dearly, in death we'll do the same.

It broke our hearts to lose you, but you did not go alone

For part of us went with you the day God called you home.

You left us beautiful memories; your love is still our guide

And though we cannot see you, you are always at our side.

Our family chain is broken and nothing seems the same,

But as God calls us one by one the chain will link again.

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