We never got to hold you.

[Brother Ben]

We never got to hold you.

We never got to hold you, to kiss your little face,
To count your little fingers, and feel their soft embrace.
We did not get to smell your breath
Or rock you off to sleep
We never heard your precious voice,
No not the slightest peep.

But our Father up in Heaven,
Who knows what is the best,
Hath chose to bring you home to Him,
To rest upon His breast.
So though our heart has broken,
And we had to say goodbye,
I know that you are in Good Hands,
You will never have to cry.

One day we're going up there,
To approach the Father's throne,
Through death or Christ's returning,
When Jesus calls us home.
We will meet up there in Glory
On the streets of purest gold,
Upon that day we'll get our turn,
That precious face to hold.

Love,
Mom and Dad