It was sad that day, the dear child was so sweet, the mother bent over and cried; the father's eyes were swollen and weary, for their precious baby had died.
Never was grief, as heavy as this, the saddest thing that I'll ever see; the sound of their sighing, seemed to linger forever, like wind blowing through a tree.
Many tried to comfort the parents, they tried in their own awkward way; each took their turn, at the art of consoling, most had something to say.
The first said , "I'm truly sorry, I'm sorry this happened to you; but please go on with your life, that's all that you can do".
The second said, "You'll see again, the child in heaven some day; so don't worry about the future, let God have his way".
The third was very religious, and was used to finding fault; the third saw sin in everything, this is what the third had been taught.
The third said, "God has taken the child, for the sins that you have done; so get on your knees and repent of the sin, and be glad He only took one".
The parents really heard not these words, their thoughts were removed that day; their thoughts were on that sweet precious lamb, that had just passed away.
The fourth came, and said not a word, but looked on the parents, with mist in his eyes; and he said a silent prayer to God, for he could still hear those lingering sighs.
When a man is in, the world's deepest sorrow, and his heart has been broken; when the spirit within, a person is weeping, what words can really be spoken.
Can words bring back that precious lamb, or console the mother that's weeping; just yesterday, your arms held that dear child, can words mend the heart that is bleeding,
Sometimes compassion, is best shown to a friend, without speaking, or making a sound; knowing a friend is standing silently by, is the most comfort, that can really be found.