A little crib lies empty
in the nursery down the hall.
A mother’s precious baby child
has answered heavens call.
She knelt beside the empty crib
where once her baby slept
and said a silent prayer to God.
And as she prayed…she wept.
“Dear Lord, my heart is breaking.
and my grief is hard to bear.
To lose a child so dearly loved
brings pain beyond compare.
Though so hard to understand
why little babies die.
You’re a wise and loving Father
and I shall not question why.
I believe my little angel,
is in Paradise with You.
Waiting there, beyond the veil
‘till I am called there too.
And when my life on earth is done
how great my joy will be,
when from a little crib of gold
arms reach up for me.”
