|By Conni Johnson|
|We cried tears when we learned that a child would be, that God had allowed you to quicken in me.
We cried tears with our loved ones as they shared in our joy and we thought about names for a girl or boy.
I cried tears as I thought of the things that we would do, all the things your Daddy would pass on to you.
And I cried as I thought of each inch you had grown, as I pondered the day you'd make yourself known.
Then, to think of the world you must enter brought fears. Once again, little loved one, your Mother cried tears.
Something's wrong, I can tell - once again there are tears, and I'll not get the change of your love through the years.
Oh the ache and the sorrow and all of the pain, and again, yes again, my tears fell like rain.
Then His peace comes to me as I think of you there, gently rocking with Father in his favorite chair.
Your sweet little fingers clenched tight in His palm and His SON softly singing to help keep you calm.
Our FATHER knew your days before they came to be, and He knew, little one, you would not stay with me.
So, I cry but I know that when this life is done, I will greet and embrace you my little sweet one.
There's a time to be born and a time to die, and the joy and the sorrow both make me cry!