I’ll lend you for a little while, a child of Mine, He said.
For you to love while he lives, and mourn for when he’s dead.
It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three.
But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for ME?
He’ll bring his charms to gladden you, and shall his stay be brief.
You’ll have his loving memories, as a solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return.
But there are lessons taught down there, I want this child to learn.
I’ve looked the wide world over, in my search for teachers true.
And from the throngs that crowd Life’s lanes, I have selected you.
Now, will you give him all your love, don’t think the labour vain.
Nor hate ME when I come to call to take him back
I fancied that I heard them say – Dear Lord, Thy will be done!
For all the joy thy child shall bring the risk of grief we’ll
We’ll shelter him with tenderness – We’ll love him while we may.
And for the happiness, we’ve known, forever
But shall the angels call for him, much sooner than we’ve planned?
We’ll brave the bitter grief that comes and
will try to understand.