Stillbirth

How we cursed your name and turned to embrace the plague!
«Watch and wait, watch and wait while I weep and pray, weep and pray!»
How we tolerate the weight of the shame that stacks on its pounds!
Our heavy eyelids, sleep betrayed, sleep soundly: sleep soft and sound!
«Be still, my soul;
the Lord is on thy side; Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
Leave to thy God to order and provide; In every change He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul; thy God doth undertake to guide the future as He has the
past.
Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake; All now mysterious shall be bright
at last.
Be still, my soul, though dearest friends depart and all is darkened in the
vale of tears;
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart, Who comes to soothe thy
sorrows and thy fears.
Be still, my soul; the hour is hastening on when we shall be forever with the
Lord, when disappointment,
grief, and fear are gone, sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored.