Father,
I come to you broken and crushed,
Perhaps beyond repair,
With a continuous heartache,
Which I am certain will never mend.
At times, it’s even difficult to breathe,
As a cold chill races through me.
My loss is so great that
I’m certain I’ll never be whole again.
At night, I awaken, knowing something is amiss,
While grim reality floods my consciousness,
And I become fully awake.
My countenance, which once was so cheerful,
Is no longer, and my spirit seems to shrink daily.
In my heart, I am diminished and bowed down.
That is when I come to You;
That is when I seek Your face;
Thatis when I weep and mourn my loss.
I want the pain to go away;
I want You to kiss my wound,
Like I was still a small child.
I want You to “make it all better,”
I don’t have to have to think about it.
That’s when You say to me,
You need to feel the pain for a season,
But only for a season, My child.
For I know the plans I have for you—
Plans for a future and for hope.
I understand your pain, My child.
I, too, have grieved a great loss.
I, too, have felt such deep pain.
But what I gained through My loss was you,
And you are worth the price I paid.
Know My Heavenly Father understands,
Like a dutiful child, I bow my head and say,
“You give and take away,
You give and take away,
You give and take away,
Blessed be Your name.”