Loving a child is the sweetest of loves
Yet it pales in comparison to the love from above

God gives us these children to have and to hold
Yet some never live to be very old

Oh God it is so hard to lose one so young
Yet even their short lives to us have brought

Memories and tears, a sweet gentle touch
Oh how we love them so much

Now into your hands we place our broken hearts
Only you know our pain in whole and in part

Dear Father in Heaven Your son had to die
And no one among us can really know why

We love you we praise you we cry out for strengths
And we thank you for our child’s life no matter the length.

If there is a future there is time for mending-
Time to see your troubles coming to an ending.

Life is never hopeless however great your sorrow-
If you’re looking forward to a new tomorrow.

If there is time for wishing then there is time for hoping-
When through doubt and darkness you are blindly groping.

Though the heart be heavy and hurt you may be feeling-
If there is time for praying there is time for healing.

So if through your window there is a new day breaking-
Thank God for the promise, though mind and soul be aching.

If with harvest over there is grain enough for gleaning-
There is a new tomorrow and life still has meaning.

Here’s to the kids who are different,
The kids who don’t always get A’s.
The kids who have ears twice the size of their peers,
And noses that go on for days.

Here’s to the kids who are different,
The kids they call crazy and dumb.
The kids who aren’t cute and don’t give a hoot,
Who dance to a different drum.

Here’s to the kids who are different,
The kids with the mischievous streak.
For when they have grown,
As history’s shown,
It’s their difference that makes them unique.

- written by Digby Wolfe