The Gone Child Poem by Elisha Wall
The Gone Child
Do not weep for the gone child.
Save the tears of sorrow
Lest in vain we strain our eyes,
We ought to know the fate of the child
Upright at heart, now in heaven resides—
No longer dead but yet alive.
To the bosom of the Lord he goes
God is pleased to receive His own.
A baby devoid of all blemishes of sin and with a soul as pure as snow will be finding his place in the bosom of the Lord. So in one way, there is nothing to grieve over a child's death as he enters greater bliss! A great poem!
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4/17/2024 10:13:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Such truly beautiful words. A heavenly prayer.