Rest in His Hand

(This is an original poem by [me] Amanda Groce – who is not a real poet, just a brokenhearted Mommy.)

I wish you weren’t beneath this stone;

in the ground, in the cold;

just being here makes my heart groan.


Only a short time you were in my life;

but what joy you brought, what love you gave,

though tinged with grief and strife.


I yearn for the coos and the wiggles,

for you walking and talking,

your smiles and giggles.


Your first trip to the ocean, your first day of school;

the skinned knees, the broken hearts,

driving your car, looking so cool.


Your wedding day… to see you look at your bride;

your sister and brothers and the whole family there;

and your Dad and me right by your side.


To then see you with kids of your own;

nurturing them and loving and laughing and playing,

and I’d secretly wish you weren’t quite so grown.


I hate this stone, I hate that it’s there;

I hate the vases of flowers and your names etched in the rock;

I want you here – it just isn’t fair!


But then I remember – you aren’t there…


You flew away Home;

into the safe and loving arms of Jesus,

you aren’t under that stone.


Someday I know we’ll again be together;

save a place next to you both, my little men;

and I’ll stay right there with you forever.


Though knowing why won’t make it better or clear;

I’ll still ask God everyday,

why it was He decided you wouldn’t stay here.


And in my brokenness I will stand;

I will love Him and praise Him,

I’ll rest in His hand.

Comments

  1. Alleluia, amen.

  2. Beautiful.

  3. Teresa Jenkins says:

    Who says you’re not a poet? Touching. Love you. Momma

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