I'll lend you for a little while
A child of mine, "He said.
For you to love the while she lives
And mourn for when she's dead.
It may be six or seven years
Or twenty-two or three,
But - will you till I call her back
Take care of her for me?
She'll bring her charms to gladen you
But should her stay be brief,
You'll have her lovely memories
A solace for your grief.
I cannot promise she will stay
Since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there
I want this child to learn.
I've looked the wide world over
In search for teachers true,
And from the trongs that crowed life's lane
I have selected you.
Now will you give her all your love,
Nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call
To take her back again?"
I fancied that I heared them say,
"Dear Lord Thy will be done
For all the joy Thy child shall bring
The risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter her with tenderness
We'll love her while we may.
And for the happiness we've known
Forever grateful stay.
But - should the angels call for her
Much sooner than we planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes
And try to understand.



Love, Marilyn.

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Aase Margrete 2006