Visions
Stillborn
May flowers
dancing on the breeze,
a sad eyed couple
stand over a lonely grave.
Ten years ago,
their stillborn baby came--
stark and blue and lifeless.
Today they deposited
a beautiful, shiny red,
"Radio Flyer" wagon
on the grave,
a token of what
they would like to do
for the child
they would never know,
never hug or play with,
never see him take his first step,
never see off to school.
Oh Christ of infinite mercy
through whom all things were made,
only you know
the hidden secrets
of a broken heart.
Only you can mend
all human hurts,
indeed, there is no
earthly sorrow
heaven cannot heal!
dancing on the breeze,
a sad eyed couple
stand over a lonely grave.
Ten years ago,
their stillborn baby came--
stark and blue and lifeless.
Today they deposited
a beautiful, shiny red,
"Radio Flyer" wagon
on the grave,
a token of what
they would like to do
for the child
they would never know,
never hug or play with,
never see him take his first step,
never see off to school.
Oh Christ of infinite mercy
through whom all things were made,
only you know
the hidden secrets
of a broken heart.
Only you can mend
all human hurts,
indeed, there is no
earthly sorrow
heaven cannot heal!
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