I have created this blog as a place to process my journey- as I grieve the loss of our son Benji. You only need to join me if you choose to.☺ Writing is therapeutic for me and though my way of grieving may be completely different from someone else, perhaps my journey will give you a glimpse into what it means to grieve the loss of a child.

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Sunday, June 16, 2013

Special Delivery

For my first post, I'm sharing something we received in the mail this week.  Both Allen's mother and father have passed away; Allen's mother when he was two and his father just a couple years ago. His sister said she was trying to read what Dad's thoughts might have been at the time of Benji's death and this is what she wrote.  These beautiful words brought tears of sadness, but also comfort and peace.



As I step out to meet the ship
In the mist of the morning’s dawn
I hear the whistle as it draws nearer
Someone special is coming home

“Special delivery”, I hear him say
As my Master tells us the news
“Special delivery my dear ones”
As he waves his hand to the ocean of blue

We stand at the edge of Jordan’s bank
Mom and I- in awe and wonder
The ship pulls in just ahead
And she will dock just over yonder

We stand there by Jesus’ side
Waiting with outstretched arms
The gates open wide and joy bells ring
As we welcome Benji home

Jesus is the first to take his hand
No fear or pain on Benji’s face
What a bright light of joy and love
Because he knows he’s won the race

Such a glad reunion- as we hold him close
And welcome him to our fold
His message to you, “Don’t grieve for long
For it is well, it is well with my soul.”
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  1. Brenda Lazzaro Yoder,June 16, 2013 at 6:51 PM

    Absolutely beautiful! Allen's family has such a legacy. What a beautiful picture!

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