I wrote this poem the day the little children of Sandy Hook Elementary School were gunned-down while learning their lessons in class.
Rivers of tears run through fields, and cities, and streets
Wailing is heard in this nation — (proud and strong) bereft
Its mothers and fathers weep for their children
sisters and brothers lie curled in grief
Their wailing and travailing are heard all the way to heaven
(Where angels are weeping too)
Grandparents pound their chests, “Take me instead! TAKE ME INSTEAD!”
But the little children, snatched in the blink of an eye,
are already safe at home.
The Word of God says that heaven belongs to such as these. After watching this can you just imagine the joy of the children in heaven?