"I'll lend you for a little time
A child of mine," He said.
"For you to love the while he lives
And mourn for when he's dead.
It may be six or seven years
Or twenty-two or three
But will you, til I call him back
Take care of him for me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you
And should his stay be brief,
You'll have his lovely memories
As solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay
Since all from earth return
But there are lessons taught down there
I want the child to learn
I've looked the wide world over
In my searches for teachers true
And from the throngs that crowd lifes loves
I have selected you
Now will you give him all your love
Nor think the labor vain
Nor hate me when I came to call
To take him back again?"
I fancied that I heard him say,
"Dear Lord, Thy will be done.
For all the joy thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief we'll run."
We'll shelter him with tenderness
We'll love him while we may
But should the angels call for him
Much sooner than we'd planned
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes
And try to understand