"Ill lend you for a little time
A child of Mine," He said.
"For you to love the while she lives,
And mourn for when shes dead.
It may be six or seven years
Or twenty-two or three,
But will you, till I call her back
Take care of her for Me?
Shell bring her charms to gladden you,
And should her stay be brief,
Youll have her lovely memories
As solace for your grief.
I cannot promise she will stay,
Since all from Earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there
I want this child to learn.
Ive looked this wide world over
In My search for teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd lifes lanes,
I have selected you;
Now will you give her all your love,
Nor think the labour vain,
Nor hate Me when I come to call
And take her back again ?
I fancied that I heard them say,
"Dear Lord, Thy will be done,
For all the joy Thy child shall bring,
For the risk of grief well run.
Well shelter her with tenderness,
Well love her while we may,
And for the happiness weve known,
Forever grateful stay.
But should the angels call for her
Much sooner then we planned,
Well brave the bitter grief that comes
And try to understand.