God's Angel Children

A little girl sat playing,
Happy, in her cozy world.
Then, wild horses came a-charging
And grabbed her in a whirl.

Her Mamma's crying for her.
Her Daddy's grieving sore;
Raging in anger, frozen in anguish,
"What might our child be taken for?

Why has she gone?"
Questions screaming in horror filled fear,
"Where is God in this, God in this ~
This nightmare we cannot bear?
Why not keep her safely here."

But, the all-powerful God carefully watches every evil plan
And sends His angels to the task,
To preserve purity forever in Him,
While we plead, "Why? Why?" cries of endless ask.

Jesus' response to our plea, in Matthew eighteen ten,
The children's angels stand, beholding the face of God,
Ready to be sent to His precious cherubs;
To guard them with His rod.

No precious child is ever taken from us
Without God's protective angels near.
The enemy can never touch them.
May His Words of truth soothe the constant fear.

He knows all the heart-break of losing, in pain,
His beloved son; to break the power of cruelty and death
For the good of all who fall.
He is there, holding us in our grief,
And will bless us if we call ...

Trusting Him. For, to be just like a little child
Is to be great, eternally.
His love explodes for little children.
For, their sweet faith displays what is to be.

If we hold our treasures lightly in our open hand
To be, not ours to keep alone,
But forever grateful for their beauty
As a short term loan.

Then, when He calls their loveliness to be with Him,
They are always His; to place just where He will.
The only way to ever find that elusive peace
Is to collapse into His all-knowing love.
Then, we shall be still.

God holds them safer than we can imagine
And gives them such insight,
To hear His gentle whispers
In the darkest of the night,

He takes away all painful memories,
As they see the secret things above;
Free, to frolic, from all fear;
Snuggled close forever ...

In His gentle arms of love. Oh, Lord, 
Draw us apart, to show us Your heart;
Based on the comfort of how God honored
The little slave girl, abducted in 2 Kings 5.

Soft Whispers
For every heartbroken family.
Derry's Heart Poems
© 2004 used with permission
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge 
and my fortress My God in whom I trust. 
He will cover you with His feathers
and under His wings you will find refuge, 
His faithfulness will be your shield.
He will command His angels concerning you, 
to guard you in all your ways.
Psalm 91: 2, 4, 11