On Three Years

Three long years have passed

Since I last grasped

Your pudgy, soft hand in mine

For now, for the last time

Then, I had to let you go

O Son, how I wish it were not so

Even though you are just fine

In the loving care of Glory Divine.

Your earthly life was so short

That no else cared to report

That lost was Micah, my eldest son,

Just as life had begun

But how your mom and me

Miss you so unspeakably

The pain felt deep inside

No medication causes it to subside

Tell me, my son, can you throw a ball far?

I want to know, now, how you really are,

I don’t want to just pretend

But see your face, and my heart, mend

 

 

To laugh and read and run

To lay down each night

with the idea right

That our lives together had just begun

 

 

Some might call me a fool for my belief

That I will soon find relief

That our future is bright and grand

So wonderful, I can’t now understand

 

 

The joy in our future reunion

Will overpower every inkling

of present confusion

concerning peas, doctors and death,

It will be as if taking our first breath

 

 

Our hope is not in our past

But in the promises of Christ, we hold fast

To see you again when the trumpets sound

Oh, how joy at our reunion will abound

Even if we have to wait many years

Through many, many more tears