just babies.

Dylan. Jack. Daniel. Ana. Noah. Jesse. Emilie. Chase. Charlotte. Olivia. Grace. Jessica. Caroline. Avielle. Josephine. Madeleine. Catherine. James. Benjamin. Allison. Lauren. Victoria. Dawn. Mary. Rachel. Anne. Nancy. Adam.

they were all babies. created by a holy God and deeply loved by parents, siblings, grandparents, aunts, and uncles. their lives all ended prematurely and inexplicably at the hands of a fallen and sinful world.

i weep for the victims. i pray for their families. and i look forward to the promise of heaven, an undeserved gift of life that is graciously given by a God who loves us enough to provide a perfect savior to redeem us from our sinful existence.

the precious babies in my life

 

we pray for blessings, we pray for peace

comfort for families, protection while we sleep

we pray for healing, for prosperity

we pray for your  mighty hand to ease our suffering

and all the while you hear each spoken need

and love us way too much to give us lesser things

 

cause what if your blessings come through raindrops

what if your healing comes through tears

what if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know you're near

and what if the trials of this life are your mercies in disguise

 

we pray for wisdom, your voice to hear

we cry in anger when we cannot feel you near

we doubt your goodness, we doubt your love

as if every promise from your word is not enough

and all the while you hear each desperate plea

and long that we'd have faith to believe

 

cause what if your blessings come through raindrops

what if your healing comes through tears

what if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know you're near

and what if the trials of this life are your mercies in disguise

 

when friends betray us

when darkness seems to win we know -

that pain reminds this heart

that this is not

this is not our home

 

cause what if your blessings come through raindrops

what if your healing comes through tears

what if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know you're near

 

what if my greatest disappointments or the aching of this life

is the revealing of a greater thirst this world cant satisfy

and what if the trials of this life

the rains, the storms, the hardest nights

are your mercies in disguise

- Blessings, Laura Story