Baby Glover

Although you had not yet a name,
our hearts loved you deeply all the same.
We were so ready to be your mom and dad,
then fell the day you came.

For you did not come as we presumed,
your place at home was being groomed,
yet other plans our Sovereign had,
you went to heaven from the womb.

Life is never ill-conceived,
though in your death we are so grieved,
and even as our hearts now linger sad,
we know whom we’ve believed.

The God who numbers all our days,
no less deserves our endless praise,
he means this thing which hurts so bad,
to point towards heaven’s rays.

He’s teaching us to trust his grace,
while yet we cannot see his face.
In righteousness you now are clad,
held tight in our Father's embrace.

Baby Glover, your life does hence,
accomplish God's holy intents,
to make these saints in loss be glad,
for the Lord's mercy and providence.

-  I am not so creative on my own.  Thanks to John Piper for the basic format of this poem.  He wrote it after his daughter-in-law had a miscarriage several years ago.  I changed many words to fit our own personal situation.