Loss of Child Poem Collection: A Mother’s Heart Cry

Loss of Child Poem Collection: A Mother’s Heart Cry

Loss of Child Poem Collection: A Mother’s Heart Cry

poems for loss of son

In the Shadow of Your Suffering

Our first loss of child poem, “In the Shadow of Your Suffering,” is a deeply moving poem dedicated to the mother who endured the heart-wrenching experience of watching her child suffer and pass away slowly. This poem captures the profound pain and helplessness of not being able to take on your child’s suffering. It also transitions into a place of solace, reflecting on God’s sovereignty and the comforting hope that Jesus, who took on our suffering, provides.

In the Shadow of Your Suffering

In the quiet chambers of the night,When all the world lies hushed in slumber deep,I sit and ponder, with a heart contrite,The path you tread, where shadows start to creep.

Your fragile form, so worn by cruel disease,Each breath a whisper, each heartbeat a sigh,I longed to hold your pain, to give you ease,To take upon myself your every cry.

Yet powerless, I watched you fade away,A candle flick’ring in the breath of fate,Your days grew dimmer with each passing day,Your spirit strained beneath a heavy weight.

Oh, how I wished to bear your cross, my child,To shoulder all your anguish, all your fears,To shield you from the storm, so fierce, so wild,To catch your tears and turn them into cheers.

But in my grief, I found a sovereign hand,A truth that whispered through my darkest night,That God’s great love, so vast, would understand,And in His plan, your soul would find its light.

For Christ, the Man of Sorrows, bore it all,He took our wounds, our burdens, and our shame,He felt the sting of death, the heavy pall,And through His pain, He healed our broken frame.

So, in the shadow of your suffering’s end,I see the dawn that breaks beyond the grave,In God’s embrace, your pain and sorrow mend,And in His love, our weary hearts He’ll save.

Though I could not, your anguish to relieve,Or take the cup of sorrow from your lips,I find my solace, in the truth I cleave,That Jesus holds you in His fingertips.

And when my own tears fall like gentle rain,I trust in Him, who walked this path of grief,For in His sovereignty, I find again,A hope that blooms eternal, like a leaf.

So rest, my child, in arms divine and strong,Your suffering exchanged for endless peace,In heaven’s choir, you’ll sing a joyous song,And in God’s love, our aching hearts find release.

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