Child death

The death of a child spins our minds because events are out of their presumed sequence. We presume that age will be the determinator of our end on this earth, so older people are to die before younger. This is amplified to anguish in the hearts of parents who lay to rest their dearly loved children.


Our sincere sympathy goes out to you at this time, when your heart is heavy and sad over the loss of your precious little one. We know that it is a sorrow which can only be fully understood by those who have themselves been through it. It is a sorrow so deep that only God, Who calls Himself “the God of all comfort,” can speak peace to your aching heart.

You have had to give up your precious little one. Your arms are left empty, and your heart is left heavy. You feel as if you cannot go on with the daily round of life, so saddened is your heart. There are so many things to remind you of that little one who has gone on, and sometimes the memory comes with such force that it overwhelms you.


We are connected, my child and I,
An invisible cord not seen by the eye.
It’s not like the cord that connects us til birth,
This cord can;t be seen here on earth.
This cord does th work right from the start,
It binds us together attached to my heart.
I know that it’s there though no one can see,
The invisible cord from me child to me.
The strength of the cord is hard to describe,
It can’t be destroyed; it can;t be denied.
It’s stronger than any cord man can create,
It stand the test, it can hold any weight.
And though you are gone,
Though you’re not here with me,
The cord is still there but no one can see.
It pulls at my heart. I am bruised — I am sore,
But this cord is my lifeline as never before.
I am thnkful that God connects us this way,
A mother and child. Death can’t take away.


As you go through this dark time, it may seem to you that no one else has ever suffered so deeply. Yet your sorrow is a very common one. It will perhaps amaze you to notice how many babies and little children are listed in the death columns of the daily newspapers. And it is striking to see how many little graves there are in any fair-sized cemetery. Yes, sorrow is a common thing, all over the world. The infallible Word of God tells us that “man is born unto trouble, as the sparks fly upward” (Job 5:7).
God alone can comfort an aching and sorrowing heart, as yours is in this hour. He is “the God of all comfort; Who comforteth us in all our tribulations” (2 Cor. 1:3,4). He is “God, that comforteth those that are cast down: (2 Cor. 7:6). He has said: “I even I am He that comforteth you” (Isa. 51:12). To receive this comfort we should go to the blessed Word, the Bible.  And that Word teaches us that–
YOUR LITTLE ONE IS IN HEAVEN and how wonderful it is up there. “Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love Him” (I Cor. 2:9). “And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away” (Rev. 21:4).
Your little one is there, “absent from the body, and…present with the Lord” (2 Cor. 5:8), and “to be with Christ…is far better” (Phil. 1:23). For “in Thy presence is fulness of joy; at Thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore” (Psa. 15:11. These are the Bible facts about the joy and bliss of those who have gone on to be with the Lord, including our little ones.
Christ died on the Cross for the whole human race. “He is the payment for our sins: and not for ours only, but also for the sins of the whole world” (I John 2:2). “Therefore as by the offence of one (Adam) judgment came upon all men to condemnation; even so by the righteousness of one (Christ) the free gift came upon all men unto justification of life” (Rom. 5:18).
Because the Lord Jesus Christ has borne the sins of all, people no longer go to Hell because of their sins, but because they reject Christ who died for their sins. The big question now is: “What shall I do then with Jesus which is called Christ?” (Matt. 17:22) “He that believeth on Him is not condemned: but he that believeth not is condemned already, because he hath not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God” (John 3:18).
This is the reason your little one is now in Heaven. Christ died for _____________, even as He died for you and me; and ________________had never become of age either to accept or reject the sacrifice which Christ made on the Cross for him/her. Therefore _______________ was covered by that precious shed blood, which Christ, in His love and grace, poured out for all of us. That is why ____________________is now in Heaven, beholding the face of the Father. He/she is “absent from the body, and…present with the Lord.”
The following words from a little child’s tombstone illustrate this precious truth:

So, dear grieving parent, it is an established fact of Scripture that when our little ones, who have not reached the age of accountability, die, they go straight to be with the Lord in Heaven. It makes no difference whether their parents are saved or lost, rich or poor, educated or uneducated, red, yellow, black, or white. They are saved by the precious shed blood of the Son of God, and nothing else is needed.

In the golden streets of Heaven
As the happy children play,
Gentle Jesus watches o’er them,
Caring for them, day by day.
And may you find comfort, knowing
In the Father’s home above
Your little one is happy
In the sweetness of His love.


Songs of the death of children
You must not shut the night inside you,

But endlessly in light the dark immerse.
A tiny lamp has gone out in my tent –
I bless the flame that warms the universe.
— Friedrich Ruckert, German poet and translator (1788 – 1866)


My eyes shall never see their blooming;
I’ll not smell thy fragrance pure and sweet;
Thy petal-softness my hands not touch,
Nor my ears hear the patter of thy feet.

Yet thy thorns have pricked my heart,
My Rosebud plucked before the dew,
The One who sees and knows tomorrow
Will form the flower that is you.

Watered by my tears of sorrow,
Guided by His gracious love,
You shall bloom within the portals
Of His glory up above.

For the Son-shine of Heaven’s gardens
Will thy full beauty yet unfold
And He will tend thee, Little Rosebud,
Till my eyes shall thy face behold.
–I. Delene Thomas
March 26, 1979 after being told by her doctor that her soon-expected baby could not live.


“I’ll send you for a little time
A child of Mine,” He said.
“For you to love her while she lives,
And mourn for when she’s dead.

“It may be six or seven years,
Or twenty-two or three;
But will you, ‘til I call her back,
Take care of her for Me?

“She’ll bring her charms to gladden you,
And should her stay be brief,
You’ll have her lovely memories
As solace for your grief.

“I cannot promise she will stay,
For all from earth return.
But there are lessons taught down there
I want this child to learn.

“I’ve looked this wide world over
In My search for teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd life’s lanes,
I have selected you.

“Now will you give her all your love?
Nor think the labour vain?
Nor hate Me when I come
To call her back again?

“I fancy that I heard them say,
‘Dear Lord, Thy will be done,
For all the joy Thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief we’ll run.

“‘We’ll shelter her with tenderness,
We’ll love her while we may;
And for the happiness we’ve known,
Forever grateful stay.

“ ‘But should the angels call for her
Much sooner than we’ve planned,
We’ll brave the bitter grief that comes
And try to understand.’ ”


A child has passed
Yet another has come.
One life ended,
Another begun.

Each child held
Equally dear
One far away,
The others’ near.

For a parents’ love,
Remains in their hearts
And is somewhere from which,
No child ever departs


God’s garden has need of a little flower,
It had grown for a time here below,
But in tender love He took it above
In more favourable clime to grow.
“Suffer little children to come unto Me
for of such is the Kingdom of God” (Luke 18:16)


Sleep well, thou little guest of earth,
Thou hast the Lord for friend;
Sleep soft, for thou art blest,
In Jesus’ hand at rest,
He gives thee blessings without end.

Come on! to such sweet heaven-joy
May he our souls prepare.
Like children if we be,
We shall that glory see,
Then death is only entrance there.

Now sleep, sleep soft, and fear thou nought,
The judgment hath no dread;
Safe in the grave’s dark night
Death cannot thee affright,
Jesus himself doth watch thy bed.

O well for thee! so safe, so sure,
Until eternity;
Jesus defends thy sleep,
Jesus sure watch will keep;
How sweet, how soft thy rest shall be!


I could not utter it last night
Because the voice was dumb.
But now alone I try to write
The words which would not come.
When all the bitter tears are dried
Sometime when you’re alone,
You’ll find a calm to those denied
Who never grief have known.

I know the hurt is keen today,
I know the loss is great,
But what if you should go away
With no one there to wait?
And oh how lonely Heaven would be
If all you loved were here
And there was none you longed to see
To welcome you, my dear!
If God had spared you every blow
Which comes to us on earth,
Had shielded you from every woe
And filled your years with mirth
And then at last He bade you leave
Your place above to find;
Throughout eternity you’d grieve
For those you’d left behind.

Oh, you have had a lovely child,
And you have lost a son
But soon you shall be reconciled
When life’s brief time is done.
For Heaven is made of those we love,
The beautiful and true,
And God has taken him above
To build a Heaven for you.
–Edgar A. Guest


A friend of mine who had been in Eastern lands told me he saw a shepherd who wanted his flock to cross a river. He went into the water himself and called them; but no, they would not follow him into the water.
What did he do? Why, he girded up his loins, and lifted a little lamb under each arm and plunged right into the stream, and crossed it without even looking back. When he lifted the lambs, the old sheep looked up into this face and began to bleat for them; but when he plunged into the water the rams plunged after him; and then the whole flock followed. When they got to the other side, he put down the lambs; and they were quickly joined by their mothers, and there was a happy meeting.
Our great Divine Shepherd does this. Your child which He has taken from the earth is but removed to the green pastures of Canaan, and the Shepherd means to draw your hearts after it to teach you to “set your affections on things above.”

You have lost a child?
Nay, she is not lost to you,
Who is found to Christ.
She is not sent away but only sent before
Like a star which, going out of our sight
Doth not die and vanish
But shineth in another hemisphere.
You see her not, yet she doth shine in another country.
If her glass were but a short hour,
What she hath wanted of time, she hath
Gotten of Eternity.
And you have to rejoice that you
Have now some treasure laid up in heaven.
Your daughter was a part of your self, and you
Being, as it were, cut and halved,
Will indeed be grieved.
But you have to rejoice that when a part
Of you is on earth, a great part of you
Is glorified in heaven.
–Samuel Rutherford


I wish you would not be so sad
Each time you think of me
For I am happy, Mother, dear–
As happy as can be!

Up here, it is so beautiful!
(In Heav’n all things are fair,)
And Jesus is so close to me–
Close as to you down there!

Why, just today (I guess “today”
Time has no limits here),
I thought I was all by myself
But found the Lord was near!

I’m never lonesome, Mother, dear!
The angels play with me.
They often cut such capers that
I have to laugh with glee!

The singing is “out of this world,”
As you on earth would say;
And, Mother, you have never heard
How angels’ harps can play!

Of course I miss you, Mother, dear,
And all the others, too,
Though that was such a little time
I was on earth with you!

Pray our Lord Jesus will come soon
(He will not come too late!)
And bring you here to be with us.
Be watching, Mother! Wait!
— Rhonda Alisa Byers


We cannot ask the reason why,
Nor can we question God,
We cannot doubt His wisdom,
Or understand His Love.

For it was Love that made Him
Taste death for every man;
And it is Love that guideth
His never failing hand.

And it was Love that gave us
A precious son to love;
And it was Love that took him home
To live with Christ above.

And it was Love that granted grace
So we could bear the pain;
And it was Love that gave us peace
And made us smile again.

And it is Love that gives us
The strength to live each day;
And it is Love that promised
That He would never fail.

For one day we’ll see Jesus,
And see His lovely face;
Then Love’s plan will be made plain,
We’ll understand His ways.

Then we’ll see our darling son
To never part again;
We’ll praise our Lord taking him
Before he know sin, grief, and pain.

For his young mind had never faced
Temptation doubt, or fear,
When his short, sweet life was ended
With heart, and soul, and conscience, clear.

We cannot ask the reason why,
Nor can we question God.
We cannot doubt His wisdom,
Or understand His Love.
— Doug Howell


God has no tragedies;
I know that is true,
Although sometimes it’s hard,
To know what He wants from you.

God has no tragedies;
I know that is true
Although in His infinite providence,
We wonder is it really true?

God has no tragedies;
I know that is true.
That’s why He gave us our son,
One who was always thoughtful and true.

God has no tragedies;
I know that is true.
That is why Jesus died on Calvary,
To purchase me and you.

God has no tragedies;
I know that is true.
He is just living with Jesus,
And waiting for me and you.

God has no tragedies;
I know that is true,
So all I can ask Him is,
“Lord, what wilt thou have me to do?”
— Rev. Clifford Smith (When his son died in an accident)


Precious Son
God, I know you gave your precious Son
To give us life with You.

But we didn’t want our son to leave,
Cause he was precious too.
We all are special in your eyes
And all to you return.
We know our son will not come back,
And for this our hearts still yearn.
Our time on earth is for learning,
And when our lessons are through,
Our Lord will choose the time we leave,
And we come back to you.
Our precious son is with you,
And there will be a day,
That we too will leave this earth,
And you will light our way.
His arms will be wide open,
And the wait will be worthwhile,
When we see again our precious son,
And the splendor of his smile.


My Little Angel
You’ve just walked on ahead of me

And I’ve got to understand
You must release the ones you love
And let go of their hand.
I try and cope the best I can
But I’m missing you so much
If I could only see you
And once more feel your touch.
Yes, you’ve just walked on ahead of me
Don’t worry I’ll be fine
But now and then I swear I feel
Your hand slip into mine.


Epitaph Upon A Child That Died
Here she lies, a pretty bud,

Lately made of flesh and blood:
Who as soon as fell fast asleep
As her little eyes did peep.
Give her strewings, but not stir
The earth that lightly covers her.
Robert Herrick


Angel Moms
We have shared our tears and our sorrow,

We have given encouragement to each other,
Given hope for a brighter tomorrow,
We share the title of grieving mother.

Some of us lost older daughters or sons,
Who we watched grow over the years,
Some have lost their babies before their lives begun,
But no matter the age, we cry the same tears.

We understand each others pain,
The bond we share is very strong,
With each other there is no need to explain,
The path we walk is hard and long.

Our children brought us together,
They didn’t want us on this journey alone,
They knew we needed each other,
To survive the pain of them being gone.

So take my hand my friend,
We may stumble and fall along the way,
But we’ll get up and try again,
Because together we can make it day by day.

We can give each other hope,
We’ll create a place where we belong,
Together we will find ways to cope,
Because we are Angel Moms and together we are strong!
Judi Walker


Epitaph on a child
Here, freed from pain, secure from misery, lies

A child, the darling of his parents’ eyes:
A gentler lamb n’er sported on the plain,
A fairer flower will never bloom again:
Few were the days allotted to his breath;
Now let him sleep in peace his night of death.
— Thomas Gray, poet, classical scholar andCambridge don (1716 – 1771)


My Precious Son
Unendingly I mourn my precious son

Too early yet this earthly home he left,
Perfidious sleep confounded nature’s order
To leave his loves perpetually bereft.

Those golden dreams and aspirations,
The seed of yesterday a withered bloom,
Those baubles which are cause to celebrate
In death now mock us gently from his tomb.

How treacherous death does steal on youth’s exuberance,
To wreak such havoc from the ecstasy of life,
Where once was only joy and future promise
Tormented hearts endure eternal strife.|
Pamela Davies


Prayer at the burial of a child
O God, whose ways are hidden and thy works most wonderful, who makest nothing in vain and lovest all that thou hast made: Comfort thou thy servants, whose hearts are sore smitten and oppressed; and grant that they may so love and serve thee in this life, that together with this thy child, they may obtain the fullness of thy promises in the world to come; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.


I’ll lend you a child
“I’ll lend you for a little time a child of Mine.” He said.

“For you to love the while he lives
And mourn for when he’s dead.
It may be six or seven years
Or twenty-two or three,
But will you, till I call him back,
Take care of him for Me?”
He’ll bring his charms to gladden you,
And should his stay be brief
You’ll have his lovely memories
As solace for your grief.”

“I cannot promise he will stay
Since all from Earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there
I want this child to learn.
I’ve looked the wide world over
In my search for teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd life’s lanes
I have selected you.
Now will you give him all your love,
Not think the labour vain,
Nor hate Me when I come to call
And take him back again.”

I fancied that I heard them say,
“Dear Lord, Thy will be done,
For all the joy Thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief we run.
We’ll shelter him with tenderness,
We’ll love him while we may,
And for the happiness we’ve known,
Forever grateful stay.
But should the angels call for him
Much sooner than we planned,
We’ll brave the bitter grief that comes
and try to understand.”
— Edgar Guest, newspaperman and prolific Anglo American poet (1881 – 1959)


Who Is The Greatest In The Kingdom Of Heaven?
At the same time came the disciples unto Jesus, saying, Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?

And Jesus called a little child unto him, and set him in the midst of them,

And said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.

Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.

And whoso shall receive one such little child in my name receiveth me.
— Matthew 18: 1-5