HEAVEN'S NURSERY

In Heaven there must surely be A special place, a nursery Where ' little spirits ' not fully grown Go to live in their Heavenly home.
The angels must attend with love Tiny spirits on wings of doves, The choir of angels must sing lullabies Maybe quieten their tiny cries.
The Father must come by each day To cuddle and play in a special way These tiny spirits left earth too soon Little ones called home from the womb.
These sparks of life did not perish But came to the Father's love to cherish, To grow and be taught in His own arms Safely away from all earthly harm.
The comforter was sent to earth at once To the parents who lost their little one Their hearts so ache, their arms feel empty The question 'why' seems so tempting.
Then all at once in the midst of tears There comes a peace that stills the fears The parents share the Father's own need To hold their tiny spirit being.
They relinquish their own desperate hold And release their baby to the Father's fold, Then comes an angel to whisper the truth Of a nursery in Heaven bearing rich fruit.
Of tiny spirits chosen to worship the Father A place that couldn't be filled by another, Called to be spared from the struggles of earth, Chosen to be one of Heaven's births.
So Father, whisper words of love from me To our unborn 'life' in your nursery.
~Author Unknown~