Two months shy of one year old is much too young to die.
I love you, sweet and happy one with bright and smiling eyes.
But should death come to claim you, or catch you by surprise...
Goodnight, sweet baby, I'll see you in the morning.
What a spirit! What a will! At only three years old.
I cherish you, my precious one, whose hand I love to hold.
But should death reach to take you with hands so pale and cold...
Fear not, my precious one, I'll see you in the morning.
Almost five years we have lived as husband and as wife.
Your thoughtfulness and caring heart have brightened up my life.
But should death come, cut short your days with its unsparing knife...
Goodnight, my love, I'll see you in the morning.
I'm still too young, though getting older, not old enough to die.
I still have energy and strength, and dreams I've yet to try.
But should death come and terminate my journey, I will cry...
"Goodnight, goodnight, I'll wake up in that morning!"
Jesus, you faced death for all. You conquered, life to bring
To all who would believe in You and trust You as their King.
O grave where is thy victory? O death where is thy sting?
Jesus will make all things new. He'll wake us in the morning.
I cried and cried reading this, so touching
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