Owen A sparrow fell and no one heard, Nobody cared, it was just a bird. From all the numberless fighting throng, Of sparrows, who would miss one song? But God leaned down and whispered "I care, Twas one of my sparrows and I was there." Our little boy, still in the womb, with dreams to unfold when we brought him home. Our baby boy fell God, why weren't You there, is it only for sparrows and such that you care? If You're God at all, then you couldv'e prevented, This nightmare of pain! So you must have consented. I've always believe you were loving and good. I'd like to believe still, if only I could. But God, if You love me, how can You allow, Such unbearable pain as I'm feeling right now! Such helplessness, hopelessness, bitter regret- so many tears that have fallen; and yet, So many more that are still locked inside. Oh God, out there, somewhere, have You ever cried? I'm not even sure, anymore, if You're real, But if You are, God - do You care how I feel? Beloved, I care in the midst of your grief, In the midst of your stricken and crumbling belief. In the midst of the blackness of total despair, In the midst of your questioning, child I am there. "In the midst!" Not far off in some vague fifth dimension, But there, where you are, giving you my attention. My constant attention - and not just today, Since before you were born, I have loved you this way. You're important to me. Every hair on your head I have numbered Myself! Can these tears that you shed, Go uncounted? Un-noticed. Nay child, here I stand, Close enough that each tear drop falls into my hand. Nor am I a stranger to heartache, to loss. My own Son was taken one day, on a cross. I know what you suffer. I know what you'll gain. If you'll let Me walk with you into your pain. I'll carry your grief, and your sorrow I'll bear. You've only to reach out your hand, I am there. Fear nothing. Owen, your dear little boy, Is safe in My house and all Heavens a joy With the ring of his laughter, his sweet little smile, And the things he's saving to show you - "after-while" Yes, I could have prevented, but child, you can't see, With My perfect wisdom, trust Owen to me. Of course you will miss him, but while you are weeping, Remember it's only his body that's sleeping. His "self" is awake. Wide awake as I said, I am God of the living, not God of the dead. He trusted in Me, and My sure Word comes to pass, "Who believes shall not die." That included your lass. Let Me walk with you now through the long, heavy days, Let Me slowly begin changing heartache to praise. Take hold of My hand child, take hold of My love, I will lead you to joys that you yet know not of. Your faith may be weak and your trust incomplete, But I'll not walk too fast for your stumbling feet. Author Unknown (with adaptations made by OwensMom) In Loving Memory of Owen Born to Heaven 8/11/01 Submitted by Michelle - OwensMom 11/12/01