I have never had the heartbreaking experience of miscarrying a child, or of deciding to abort a child in the womb and I don’t pretend to fully understand. This poem however speaks for itself. I have kept this poem in a book for many years since a dear friend of mine had a miscarriage. I like the poem for the comfort that it may give to someone like her. I offer it to you to be encouraged by or to encourage another.
If I knew then what I know now,
You never would have died.
I’d have held you close and nurtured you,
And kept you by my side,
I’d have sung you songs and treasured you,
more than silver more than gold.
But this song is all I’ll give to the Babe I’ll never hold.
I’ve never written poetry, that hasn’t been a praise,
to the Lord Who wept with me and held me through those days.
Jesus, now I’m asking, I know You hear my plea:
Won’t You take that child into Your Hands, and hold my Babe for me.