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I Can Go To Him
This poem was written by Stephen R. Schlag
in
Sept. of 2002 for his wife Rebecca
in memory
of their son, Peter James Schlag,
born and died
on Sept. 17, 1999.
My son, my son,
you cannot come to me,
My heart is empty,
full of hurt and pain.
My arms that held you
while you slept in death
Have yearned e'er since
to hold you once again.
The moment you arrived,
my heart was glad.
That first, sweet cry-
how joyful to my ears;
In only but a few,
short, dreadful moments,
My joyful face
would shed it's saddest tears.
Your tender face,
so sweet and full of peace
Seemed like an angel's face-
it was so pure!
There were no blights of sin
to scar your mind,
No trials that you ever must endure.
Your eyes were clear,
like one who's been redeemed.
Your heart knew not
the wounds of thoughtless friends
But when Lord Jesus
took you on to Heaven
Our pain and sorrow
seemed to know no bounds.
No doubt,
he was the image of his father,
And knew his mother's love
as few have known.
Our dreams, our hopes,
our plans and aspirations
Were snatched away
and we were left alone.
If he, our son,
our sweet and darling Peter,
Could speak to us
and be here for a day,
I wonder what he'd do
and what he'd look like,
I wonder how he'd act
and what he'd say.
I think he'd hug
his mother and his father.
He'd look like Daddy
with his big, blue eyes.
He'd tell us
of the perfect peace in Heaven
Where all is love
and no-one ever cries,
How Jesus' arms
have held him as a baby.
And now, you know,
he's almost turning three.
He'd kiss us both
and we'd return his love.
My, what a blest experience
this would be!
I think he'd tell
his grieving, darling mother,
"I love and miss you,
but if you could see
Where I am living now,
I am so happy!
I'm here
with Jesus for eternity.
"He may have
spared you greater sorrow later,
Had I become a rebel,
strong and tall.
So please, dear mother,
trust the Lord's decision,
For Jesus always does
what's best for all.
"Please don't forget
to love our Blessed Jesus,
And ever serve Him
strong and faithfully.
You know that
I can never come to you,
But someday, Mommy,
you can come to me."
I doubt that here on earth
this ever happens,
But maybe in a dream
our minds can see
That this is somewhat
how it is in Heaven,
And it will last
for all eternity!
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