For Sweet Jaymie
No words can fill the hole in your heart
where a baby was supposed to be.
No clock can mark the time
it takes to mend.
No one can count the tears
It takes to heal.
Let The Father cradle your
wounded soul in His loving arms.
Let Him swaddle you in His
Divine Love
Let Him rock you with soothing peace
singing hymns of a glorious reunion.
Let the Father imprint your babe's sweet face
upon your soul
Let The Father cry with you,
fill you,
heal you,
and
whisper words of everlasting hope!
For He feels the pain
James is His child
and...
You are too!
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