My dear sister, aunt to all my kids, sent me a simple card with this poem in it! I've been crying ever since! BEAUTIFULLY PUT!
HE IS OURSBy Valerie Kay Gwin
We tiptoed into your room one night
We watched you sleeping there.
Your tiny body looked so snug
Wrapped in peaceful slumber's care.
We thought of how you came to be
The child we'd longed to know.
We wondered at the sight of you:
"How could she let you go?"
Tears streamed down our cheeks as we
Felt the pain she must have known.
For we will have to let you go
Some day when you are grown.
A mother we might never meet
Had given us her son.
Yet surely as you've filled our heart,
A piece of hers you'd won.
"How could she let you go?"
The question kept returning.
And in the depths of our own heart.
A question kept on burning.
"How can we ever let you go
When years have come and gone?"
We stood there by your crib until
The nighttime turned to dawn.
And as the sun peaked through the shades,
The voice of GOD broke through!
"I trusted her to give him life
And now I'm trusting you.
"To show him what is right & wrong,
To love him and to be
The one who teaches him the way
To come back home to me.
"He wasn't hers to give, you know.
And he's not yours to own.
I've placed him in your life to love
But he is mine....on loan."