We cried tears when we learned that a child would be,
That your God had allowed you to quicken in me.
We cried tears with our loved ones as they shared our joy
And we thought about names for a girl or boy.
I cried tears as I thought of the things we would do,
All the things that your Daddy would pass on to you.
And I cried as I thought of each inch you had grown
As I pondered the day you'd make yourself known.
Then, to think of the world you must enter brought fears,
Once again, Little Loved One, your mother cried tears.
Something's wrong I can tell… once again there are tears
And I'll not get the chance of your love through the years.
Oh, the ache and the sorrow and all of the pain… and again,
Yes, again... my tears fell like rain.
Then His peace comes to me as I think of you there
Gently rocking with Father in His favourite chair,
Your sweet little fingers clenched tight in His palm
And His Son softly singing to help keep you calm.
Our Father knew your days before they came to be
And He knew, Little One, you would not stay with me.
So I cry, but I know that when this life is done
I will greet and embrace you, my sweet Little One
There's a time to be born and a time to die
And the joy and the sorrow both make us cry.
~ CONNIE JOHNSON