“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot,
Nothing is going to get better. It's not.”
-Dr. Suess, The Lorax

Monday, October 22, 2012

Therapy: In Poem and Photos

Please allow me this opportunity to work through some emotions. 
To process some sorrow.
To remember a few of the children that have died since we arrived.
To share with you some sweet babies that touched my heart.
To prepare myself for the deaths the are to come.
And come, they will.
Until the day Jesus returns.
Come, Lord Jesus.

The Christian's "Good-Night"  ("Sleep on, beloved")
By Sarah Doudney (1841-1926)

SLEEP on, beloved, sleep on and take thy rest,
Lay down thy head upon thy Saviour’s breast;
We love thee well, but Jesus loves thee best;—

Marie Denise
Calm is thy slumber as an infant’s sleep;        5
But thou shalt wake no more to toil and weep;
Thine is a perfect rest, secure and deep;—

Until the shadow from this earth is cast,
Until He gathers in His sheaves at last,        10
Until the Lenten gloom is overpast;—


Until the Easter glory lights the skies,
Until the dead in Jesus shall arise,
And He shall come—but not in lowly guise;—        15


Until, made beautiful by love divine,
Thou, in the likeness of Thy Lord, shalt shine,
And He shall bring that golden crown of thine;—
                        Good-night!        20


Only “Good-night,” beloved, not “Farewell”!
A little while, and all His saints shall dwell
In hallowed union, indivisible;—

Until we meet again before His throne,        25
Clothed in the spotless robe He gives His own;
Until we know, even as we are known;—


1 comment:

Christi Summers said...

Praying for you. It has to be so hard to lose all these little ones. But at least they get to see a glimpse of God through you before they meet Him face to face! Seeing that Malange passed away made it do real for me today. I can't imagine the pain you must be feeling. Take comfort in the fact that you are His hands and feet!