by Edgar Guest
“I’ll lend you for a little time a child of mine,” He said.
For you to love – while he lives
And mourn for when he’s dead.
It may be six or seven years
Or twenty-two or three,
But will you, till I call him back,
Take care of him for Me?
He’ll bring his smiles to gladden you,
And should this stay be brief
You’ll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay,
Since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there
I want this child to learn.
I’ve looked this world over
In search for teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd
Life’s lanes, I have selected you.
Now will you give him all your love,
Nor count the labor vain,
Nor hate Me when I come to call to
Take him back again?”
I fancied that I heard then say,
“Dear Lord, Thy will be done,
For all the joy Thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief we’ll run.
We’ll shelter him with tenderness,
We’ll love him while we may,
And for the happiness we’ve known
Forever grateful stay.
But should the angels call for him
Much sooner than we’ve planned,
We’ll brave the bitter grief that comes
And try to understand.”
Sweet Jill sent me this picture yesterday. Love it 🙂
I loved hearing all your movie watching info! I like to know of all the options out there.
Also, again, thank you all for the love and support 🙂 Thank you for offering your generosity in whatever form that may be…..a thought, a prayer, a donation, food, pretties, etc. Some marigolds are pretty and some aren’t. Mine wasn’t, but all the comments before her and after her, were. Your words, and Cohen’s daddy’s words, are proof enough of the truth.