I always took for granted,
as a parent, I’d go first,
but somehow in our family
life’s order got reversed.
I believed the day would come
that you would bury me,
but in my sorrow, I now know
that isn’t meant to be.
The wisdom of our Father,
who dwells in heaven’s sky,
Is well beyond that of my own.
I shall not question why.
I pray that He will comfort me,
and help my heart to heal.
Only those who’ve lost a child
can know the pain I feel.
In God’s time I know you’ll be
back in my arms again.
Don’t forget how much you’re loved
and missed, dear child, ‘til then.