|Posted by kaylagracedavis on July 7, 2012 at 12:35 AM|
by: Edgar A. Guest
I'll lend you for a little time
a child of mine, He said,
for you to love - 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 charms to gladden you,
and should this 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 taught down there
I want this child to learn.
I've looked this world over
in search for teachers true,
and from the throngs that crowd life lanes,
I have selected you.
Now will you give her all your love,
not think the labor in vain,
Nor Hate me when I come to call
to take her back again?
I fancied that I heard them say,
Dear Lord, thy will be done,
for all 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 than we've planned,
we'll brave the bitter grief that comes
and try to understand.