A CHILD LOANED<\/p>\n
“I’ll lend you for a little time A child of Mine,” He said,\u201d For you to love the while he lives, And mourn for when he’s dead.<\/p>\n
It may be six or seven years or twenty-two or three, but will you, til I call him back, Take care of him for me?<\/p>\n
He’ll bring his charms to gladden you, and should his stay be brief, you\u2019ll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief.<\/p>\n
I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return, but there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.<\/p>\n
I’ve looked this wide world over in my search for teacher true, And from the throngs that crowd life’s lanes, I have selected you;<\/p>\n
Now will you give him all your love, not think the labour vain, nor hate me when I come to call and take him back again?<\/p>\n
I fancied that I heard them say,\u2019 Dear Lord, Thy will be done, for all the joy Thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we’ll run.<\/p>\n
We’ll shelter him with tenderness, we\u2019ll love him while we may, And for the happiness we’ve known, forever grateful stay.<\/p>\n
But should the angels call for him much sooner than we planned, we\u2019ll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand’.<\/p>\n
Written by: Edgar Guest\ufeff<\/p>\n
Well Jason, it’s been a year today since I sat down at my computer and read the tragic news of your passing.\u00a0 A year since I read about the shooting and prayed that it wasn’t you who did that to yourself.\u00a0 A year since I sat here and cried and screamed for what felt like hours and hours.\u00a0 I miss you more then you could ever know!<\/p>\n
I keep your picture in a frame in my bedroom that proudly hangs on my wall above the computer where I can glance at you when I choose too.\u00a0 I wonder if you can hear me when I talk to you.\u00a0 I like to think that you do.\u00a0 I talk to your mom quite a bit, I cherish her friendship, she’s been a source of strength for me and I for her when we each have a bad day.<\/p>\n
I’m getting tattooed today in honor of you, it seems to be the only fitting way to celebrate your life <3<\/p>\n
I love you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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