September 27, 2007
A child, named Felicity, died last week, before birth.
I know of nothing harder for parents than to lose a child.
While losing any child would be hard, it would seem the hardest would be the one who dies before birth, the child one never got to hold in one’s arms alive.
I know of no harder words for parents to sing than those found in the added last verse of this hymn:
Take my life and let it be
Consecrated, Lord to Thee;
Take my moments and my days,
Let them flow in ceaseless praise.
Take my hands and let them move
At the impulse of Thy love;
Take my feet and let them be
Swift and beautiful for Thee.
Take my voice and let me sing
Always, only, for my King;
Take my lips and let them be
Filled with messages from Thee.
Take my silver and my gold,
Not a mite would I withhold;
Take my intellect and use
Ev’ry pow’r as Thou shalt choose.
Take my will and make it Thine,
It shall be no longer mine;
Take my heart, it is Thine own,
It shall be Thy royal throne.
Take my love, my Lord, I pour
At Thy feet its treasure store;
Take myself, and I will be
Ever, only, all, for Thee.
Take my child, my flesh, unborn,
You, only, I will adorn.
Take, and hold, Felicity,
Now, and for, eternity.