With wracking sobs.
humble submission to the Savior and King of Kings.
The mom’s who smile and nod and ache inside.
Whose arms are empty.
Here’s to the moms who go through this life always missing.
Who need an extra hug.
Who catch their breath at the what will never be’s.
Here’s to those moms.
Here’s to the promise that will carry those moms through.
The life giving breath from a Savior on high.
The strength that will rise.
The hope of a reunion.
Pushing through the days until we meet again.
Remembering we are held. `
The LORD appeared to us in the past, saying: “I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with unfailing kindness.I will build you up again, and you, Virgin Israel, will be rebuilt. Again you will take up your timbrels and go out to dance with the joyful.