Sweet thought for those of us who have babies who were born to heaven.
It brought to mind poems I had written years ago so I pulled them out of my notebook. My notes on the poem tell me the first was written on March 26, 1999. I stopped to write the poem as I was getting ready to go to the hospital to be with my niece, Debbie, for the birth of her first baby. I was joining the watch with my sister, Debbie's mother, and her sister, Cathy.
The previous four months had been dreadful. Debbie had been told this baby would not survive. Many, many prayers had been said. I guess this prayer was another plea.
--The Baby With No Hope--
The doctor paused outside the door,
for words she had to grope.
To tell the young expectant mother
that her baby had no hope.
The child she'd long awaited
kept a smile on her sweet face,
that changed to a look of unbelief
and then, "Maybe you've made a mistake?"
A second and third opinion
confirmed that she'd have to cope
and face the future without
this baby with no hope.
The baby's nursery looked like
a piece of heaven back at home,
Mom and Dad and family waiting
with lots of love to be shone.
We went to our Father,
the source of all our hope
and told Him we were so broken hearted
and how we love this baby so!
You created this world with your Word
and raised Lazarus from the dead.
With just a Breath, You can heal this child
and give it hope and life instead.
Ross Burnett was born twice on March 27, 1999-once to earth and once to Heaven
Then over a month later on May 5 these words came:
NO HOPE?
And life He gave but with so much more worth.
For this child was not to be bound upon this earth.
The angels born him quickly back to whence he'd come.
Back to be with Jesus, in His safe and loving arms.
Back with others like him to be kept on Jesus knee,
'Cause Jesus can take so much better care than even we.
Back to be sung to sleep by angels, play peek-a-boo with God,
catch fly balls hit by Jesus, play tag on holy sod,
fly kites so high they touch the stars, do everything you'd want them to.
For those of us whose child is there, Jesus keeps them for me and you.
We don' t know what life here for that child would be,
but we do know that God does give life abundantly.
And how much more abundant than to be with Him from the start,
and not have go trudge through life's hurts and broken heart.
How selfish 'twould be on our part to keep that child bound here
than lose him to the freedom of heaven to save ourselves a tear.
For, in time, we will be greeted with "Momma, Daddy, I'm so glad you're finally home!
Come over here and see what Jesus and I have done!"
Then that child we missed so much will take us by the hand
and those years will just fade away as he shows us that heavenly land.
We'll tour all his grand works of art that were saved for us to see
and won't have missed a thing because we'll have all eternity.
So when we're told earth's bad news with which we'll have to cope
we just have to keep in mind that heaven is our hope.
On New Year's Eve, 1959, my baby, Larry, was also born to Heaven. I never got to see him or hold him but will one day.
God bless you
Carolyn Wainscott
