Psalm 45: 1 My heart overflows with a good theme;
I address my verses to the King;
My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.

After watching a beautiful memorial service for a beloved friend and daughter, Kalila Marie Borden, I was blessed to hear this song by Steven Curtis Chapman (written in memory of the loss of his little girl, Maria Sue).  As a writer it sucks to not have the words to express sympathy and sorrow. However, every now and then, I am blessed with a song, prayer, poem, or story that someone else has written that perfectly captures what I wish I could share with family and friends who have experienced loss, especially of children.

The song I wish I could have written: Heaven is the Face

The part in pink in the lyrics below is what I pray for all of you… you know who you are.

Heaven is the face of a little girl
With dark brown eyes
That disappear when she smiles.
Heaven is the place
Where she calls my name
Says, “Daddy please come play with me for awhile.”

Chorus:

God, I know, it’s all of this and so much more,
But God, You know, that this is what I’m aching for.
God, you know, I just can’t see beyond the door.
So right now…

Heaven is the sound of her breathing deep,
Lying on my chest, falling fast asleep while I sing.
And Heaven is the weight of her in my arms,
Being there to keep her safe from harm while she dreams

And God, I know, it’s all of this and so much more,
But God, You know, that this is what I’m longing for
God, you know, I just can’t see beyond the door.

Bridge:

But in my mind’s eye I can see a place
Where Your glory fills every empty space.
All the cancer is gone,
Every mouth is fed,
And there’s no one left in the orphans’ bed.
Every lonely heart finds their one true love,
And there’s no more goodbye,
And no more not enough,
And there’s no more enemy (no more).

Heaven is a sweet, maple syrup kiss
And a thousand other little things I miss with her gone.
Heaven is the place where she takes my hand
And leads me to You,
And we both run into Your arms.

Oh God, I know, it’s so much more than I can dream.
It’s far beyond anything I can conceive.
So God, You know, I’m trusting You until I see
Heaven in the face of my little girl,
Heaven in the face of my little girl.

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