In Rama was there a voice heard, lamentation, and weeping, and great mourning,
Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be comforted, because they are not. Matthew 2:18
There can be no greater pain than a mother putting her baby in a grave.
Her tears that flow like a rushing river, how could this one be taken from her quiver?
She cries herself to sleep at night. Crushed, broken empty, for her babe she’d give her life.
These precious ones have gone on before; we’ll never know what their lives had in store.
Never had a chance to chase their dreams, All taken to early so it seems.
We have no words, we can’t understand; how could this have been His plan.
Great and Loving Father of all to you we lift our voice and call.
Pour out your love and grace; reach down your hands to touch each face.
Comfort and relieve their pain, let them find joy and hope to live again.
Let laughter again fill their home and heart as you give them a brand new start.
Fill them with grace and hope again, let life and joy shine from within.
Remind them You understand their loss; You gave your Son the ultimate cost.
We know no mother should live past her son, or see her daughter’s life done.
We will never understand your way or your plan, but in our weakness and in our doubt help us stand.
Mercy, Love, Peace, Comfort, Joy, Hope, Grace, Healing, Joy –
May Your presence and character surround each one and fill the hole that nothing else will.
Heart of Hope 