Baby Years


 

WE CRIED TEARS WHEN WE LEARNED THAT A CHILD WOULD BE

THAT GOD HAD ALLOWED YOU TO QUICKEN IN ME.

WE CRIED TEARS WITH OUR LOVED ONES AS THEY SHARED OUR JOY

AND WE THOUGHT ABOUT NAMES FOR A GIRL OR BOY.

I CRIED TEARS AS I THOUGHT OF THE THINGS WE WOULD DO

ALL THE THINGS THAT YOUR DADDY WOULD PASS ON TO YOU.

AND I CRIED AS I THOUGHT OF EACH INCH YOU HAD GROWN

AS I PONDERED THE DAY YOU'D MAKE YOURSELF KNOWN.

THEN, TO THINK OF THE WORLD YOU MUST ENTER BROUGHT FEARS

ONCE AGAIN, LITTLE LOVED ONE, YOUR MOTHER CRIED TEARS.

 

SOMETHING'S WRONG I CAN TELL..ONCE AGAIN THERE ARE TEARS

AND I'LL NOT GET THE CHANCE OF OUR LOVE THROUGH THE YEARS.

OH, THE ACHE AND THE SORROW AND ALL OF THE PAIN..AND AGAIN,

YES, AGAIN.....MY TEARS FELL LIKE RAIN.

THEN HIS PEACE COMES TO ME AS I THINK OF YOU THERE

GENTLY ROCKING WITH THE FATHER IN HIS FAVOURIE CHAIR.

YOUR SWEET LITTLE FINGERS CLENCHED TIGHT IN HIS PALM

AND HIS SON SOFTLY SINGING TO HELP KEEP YOU CALM.

OUR FATHER KNEW YOUR DAYS BEFORE THEY CAME TO BE

AND HE KNEW, LITTLE ONE, YOU WOULD NOT STAY WITH ME.

SO I CRY, BUT I KNOW THAT WHEN THIS LIFE IS DONE

I WILL GREET AND EMBRACE YOU, MY SWEET LITTLE ONE

THERE'S A TIME TO BE BORN AND A TIME TO DIE

AND THE JOY AND THE SORROW BOTH MAKE US CRY.

 

CONNIE JOHNSON

 

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