Don't talk to me about miracles
I just can't listen today
I'm the mother whose arms are empty
My miracle got away
Why wasn't I a lucky one
That gets to say it was a close call
How can I live with the endless pain
And face the worst loss of all?
Isn't there some way to fix it
A way my shredded heart can mend?
I feel so betrayed by the God I trust
Though He says He is my friend
He assures me He is with me
That He holds me in His arms
Oh God, I just want my baby back
Does it have to be so hard?
My angel up in Heaven
I know he waits for me
My baby left my life too soon
I don't know why it had to be
I'll see my baby in Heaven
Though the wait could be so long
He's cradled in the arms of Jesus
And I pray I will be strong
'Til comes my time to join him
And my heart will ache no more
I'll fly with him on angels' wings
I'll leave my tears at Heaven's door.

Mary C. Weir
04/ 05/2003

Written in memory of Ryder Louis Wansedel.

Note from the author: "Throughout Ryder's death and funeral, I kept thinking I did not want to hear of miraculous rescues or near misses, because Ryder did not get that miracle, nor did his family. I was so grieved, as he was four years old and drowned in his family's pool."

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