Bittersweet...

I didn't intend to post anything on my blog about the events of last Friday.  Everyone is mourning for the sweet angels from that awful morning, and my blog doesn't change that. 

 

Although the ages of the victims really hit home with me (my boys are 5 and 7), I hadn't actually shed tears about it.  My eyes were definitely moist at times, but no real tears.  That is until I read this.  My cousin's wife sent it to me this morning, and the waterworks were opened!  I just thought I'd pass it along.  It's a beautiful way to look at things in spite of the horror of it all...

 

 

Twas' 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38

When 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven's gate. Their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air.

They could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there.

They were filled with such joy, they didn't know what to say.

They remembered nothing of what had happened earlier that day.

"Where are we?" asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse.

"This is heaven." Declared a small boy. "we're spending Christmas at God's house."

When what to their wondering eyes did appear,

But Jesus, their savior, the children gathered near.

He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same.

Then He opened His arms and He called them by name.

And in that moment was joy, that only heaven can bring

Those children all flew into the arms of their King

And as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace,

One small girl turned and looked at Jesus' face.

And as if He could read all the questions she had

He gently whispered to her, "I'll take care of mom and dad."

Then He looked down on earth, the world far below

He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow, and woe

Then He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand,

"Let My power and presence re-enter this land!"

"May this country be delivered from the hands of fools"

"I'm taking back my nation. I'm taking back my schools!"

Then He and the children stood up without a sound.

"Come now my children, let me show you around."

Excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran.

All displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can.

And I heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight,

"In the midst of this darkness, I AM STILL THE LIGHT."

 

Written by Cameo Smith, Mt. Wolf, PA