No More Doubts

--- Written for Mark William, miscarried at 16 weeks ---

So often I have sunk into the thought process of wishing my babies were here and mourning that they were gone. This is all well, but it helps me to remember that earth is not to be our final resting place, that our beautiful saints, though missed sorely, are in their final resting Place. Safe with Our Father, Who art in Heaven. 

So many what ifs cross my mind
But each answer proves me oh so blind
For each question seems a doubt
That since he’s gone, he’s missing out

How dare I question why
When I know he’s with a great Guy
Why do I question what he’s getting after birth
And compare to what he’d get here on earth

For love, he has his Family in Heaven
With the Spirit, he’s an advocate for our family of seven
For guidance, he has His Father’s Hand
For food, he has the Son of Man

We weep because he won’t get more time here
But really, what need we fear?
No time to deal with the worlds’ way
But straight to Heaven, never lead astray
We shed tears because we loved
But rejoice for he’s with Love above
We cry for the loss of our little soul
But there’s joy for reaching our goal

As parents we all yearn
We seek and our hearts burn
Tho the chances seem oh so faint
For our littles to all become a saint

Why then should we mourn
When they end this earthly sojourn
When they leave this life seemingly quaint
To join in heavenly joys and become a saint?