A strand from me
A strand from him
Woven in love, carefully knit together
Two made one and life was born
Held in the strong hands of a Master Designer
Not an accident but created in love
A little life with a purpose
This tiny one grew safe inside
For such a short time
Who could stop my heart from loving?
Who could stop my heart from hoping?
Dreaming, planning for joy ahead
My mother’s heart wanted to protect, to guard, to cherish
I longed to know, to hold, to love
This tiny one
Who one day was safe inside
The next day . . . gone
Leaving behind an empty womb
Tears without number
Who could stop my heart from aching?
Who knew the sorrow would weigh so much?
Crushing weight on a fragile soul
Jesus, the man of sorrows, familiar with grief
He’s never left us
Walking with us, mourning with us
Through the ups and downs of this road called grief
In the darkness, trust has deepened
As I cling to His hand when I cannot see
My heart surrenders
To my Father who is good
The Author of Life
To Jesus, my compassionate Saviour
Who holds life and death in His nail-pierced hands
We’ll never hold our little one in this life
And yet our hearts will not forget
This missing strand of the fabric of our family
But someday, these tears will be wiped away
Death will be swallowed up by new life
For now, Father, you collect my tears in your bottle
You whisper that every life is a gift, no matter how short
And you hold us
And our little one
Safe in your arms
