My Lord, the baby is dead!
Why my Lord - dare I ask why? It will not hear the whisper of the wind or see the beauty of its parent's face-it will not see the beauty of Your creation or the flame of a sunrise.
Why, my Lord?
"Why, My child-do you ask 'why'? Well, I will tell you why.
You see, the child lives. Instead of the wind he hears the sound of angels singing before My throne. Instead of the beauty that passes
he sees everlasting Beauty-he sees My face. He was created and lived a short time so the image of his parents imprinted on his face
may stand before Me as their personal intercessor. He knows secrets of heaven unknown to men on earth. He laughs with a special joy
that only the innocent possess. My ways are not the ways of man. I create for My Kingdom and each creature fills a place in that Kingdom
that could not be filled by another. He was created for My joy and his parents' merits. He has never seen pain or sin. He has never felt hunger or
pain. I breathed a soul into a seed, made it grow and called it forth."
I am humbled before you, my Lord, for questioning Your wisdon, goodness, and love. I speak as a fool-forgive me. I acknowledge Your sovereign rights
over life and death. I thank You for the life that began for so short a time to enjoy so long an Eternity.