This is for anyone who has lost a baby due to miscarriage. I too know that pain personally. The following “To My Baby” captures so much of the ache of grief as well as the tender arms of Jesus. Be sure you have a Kleenex tissue.
To My Baby:
Is it proper to cry
For a baby too small
For a coffin?
Yes, I think it is.
Does Jesus have
My too-small baby
In His tender arms?
Yes, I think He does.
There is so much I do not know
About you—my child—
He, she? Quiet or restless?
Will I recognize
Someone I knew so little about,
Yet loved so much?
Yes, I think I will.
Ah, sweet, small child
Can I say
That loving you is like loving God?
Loving—yet not seeing,
Holding—yet not touching,
Caressing—yet separated by the chasm of time.
No tombstone marks your sojourn,
And only God recorded your name.
The banquet was not canceled,
Just moved. Just moved.
Yet a tear remains
Where baby should have been.
Source: Found in One Minute After You Die by Erwin Lutzer, p 76. Written by Bob Neudorf , The Alliance Witness, 16 September 1987, p 14.
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