A little girl sat playing,
Happy in her cozy world,
Then wild horses came a-charging,
And grabbed her in a whirl.
Her Mamma's crying for her
Her Daddy's grieving sore,
Raging in anger, frozen in anguish
What might our child be taken for.

Why has she gone?
Questions screaming in horror filled fear,
Where is God....... in this.......God in this.
This nightmare we cannot bear.
Why not keep her safely here.
But, the all-powerful God carefully watches every evil plan,
And sends His angels to the task,
To preserve purity forever in Him,
While we plead why? Why? Cries of endless ask.

Jesus' response to our plea, in Matthew eighteen ten
The children's angels stand, beholding the face of God
Ready to be sent to His precious cherubs
To guard them with His rod.
No precious child is ever taken from us,
Without God's protective angels near,
The enemy can never touch them,
May His Words of truth, soothe the constant fear.

He knows all the heart-break of losing in pain
His beloved son, to break the power of cruelty and death,
for the good of all who fall,
He is there holding us in our grief
And will bless us if we call.
Trusting Him, for to be just like a little child;
Is to be great eternally.
His love explodes for little children,
For their sweet faith displays what is to be.

If we hold our treasurers lightly in our open hand
To be, not ours to keep alone,
But forever grateful for their beauty
As a short term loan.
Then when He calls their loveliness to be with Him,
They are always His, to place just where He will,
The only way to ever find that elusive peace
Is to collapse into His all-knowing love,
then we shall be still.

God holds them safer than we can imagine
And gives them such insight,
To hear His gentle whispers
In the darkest of the night,
He takes away all painful memories
As they see the secret things above,
Free to frolic from all fear
 Snuggled close forever
In His gentle arms of love.

Oh Lord draw us apart
to show us Your heart

Based on the comfort
of how God honored the little slave girl
abducted in 2 Kings 5
Soft Whispers
for every heartbroken family
Derry's Heart Poems
© 2004 used with permission
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au