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	OUR SPECIAL ANGEL KEITH RICHARD WARSING January 28,1979---May 6,1999  | 
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	ON A CHILDS DEATH  | 
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	AAll heaven was in mourning The day that young man died, When He closed His eyes, they said, Ten thousand angels cried  | 
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	The angels shed their many tears, Because He was God's son, But there is special sadness, When God takes the very young.  | 
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	At times like that, I question God, Why let a child die? I cannot understand it, And I need to ask Him why.  | 
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	I, toI, too, have heard the angels cry, I've heard them cry first hand, For I, too, gave up a child, And I've tried hard to understand.  | 
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	Yes, I received God's comfort, Though I'm grateful I want more, I want reasons; I want meaning I'm  a parent who's heart sore.  | 
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	GoGod can give and God can take, I am well aware of this,  But why my baby - why my child? Why did God put him on His list?  | 
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	Did I love my child too much? Was he too good for this old earth? Has his purpose here been filled? Was that why he was taken first?  | 
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	I awake each day with questions,  I fall asleep at night the same, So many times I asked God why, I'm both saddened and ashamed.  | 
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	But then, in reflective moments, When my prayers are most intense, One word keeps going through my mind, Patience - patience - patience.  | 
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	Maybe now is not the time,  To explain this great heartache, Even if I knew God's reasons, What difference would it make.  | 
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	Can't I just be grateful, For any time we had? Accept God's action without question? Why is that so very bad?  | 
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	What's my hurry - why my pressure? Is my faith not strong enough? God will explain it when He's ready, Surely I can trust that much.  | 
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	GGod understands my broken heart, He, too, gave up a Son, He knows the pain of one lost child, He weeps with me, we are one.  | 
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	Just as I talk to God each day, I talk to my precious child, I blow him kisses, and I say, "See you, honey, in a while."  | 
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	Author, Virginis Ellis (copyright 2000 - used with permission)  | 
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	Ginny Place  | 
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