THE CHILD GOD LENT
I'll lend you for a little time, a child of mine, God said, For you to love her while she lives and mourn for when she's dead.
It may be six or seven years or twenty two or three, But will you, till I call her back, take care of her for me?
She'll bring her love to gladden you and should her stay be brief, You'll have her lovely memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise she will stay, since all from earth return, But there are lessons to be taught down here I wish this child to learn.
I've looked the wide world over in search of teachers true, And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes I have selected you.
Now will you give her all your love, nor think the labour vain, Nor hate me when I come to call and take her back again?
I fancied that I heard them say, Dear Lord, Thy will be done, For all the joy Thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter her with tenderness, we'll love her while we may, And for the happiness we've known forever grateful stay.
But should the Angels call for her much sooner then we planned, We'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.
Florence Correa
Thank you Lord for giving us Graziella for eight wonderful years! |