God’s Hands-Illustration and Poem

I imagine our Father in Heaven
holding His Only Begotten Son on that Holy Night
He smiles, with a tear in His eye as He gazes upon His Gift to the world the Savior to us all
yet a baby cradled in His Hands
I imagine our Father in Heaven
holding the baby who never took a breath outside of his mother’s womb He, who knows all things, who knows this little one’s purpose
still weeps for the parents mourning their unborn child
I imagine our Father in Heaven
holding the child who left his earthly home too soon
Our Father squeezes that little one, knowing his earthly parents can’t He shouts, “Welcome home! ” to that little child as they happily embrace
I imagine our Father in Heaven holding the parents who just lost a child He cries with them as He feels their agony
He, who sacrificed His only begotten Son, understands their suffering, and gives the promise of joyful reunions
I imagine Our Father holding Mary as she looks upon her perfect Son hanging on a cross, dying
The Heavens wept that day
So did Our Father, but He knew what would happen on the third day Aren’t we all in God’s hands letting Him comfort us
as He reminds us of
what happened on the third day?

Love,

Anna