This poem was first written and published after the loss of our 3rd child, Ezekiel Lee.

Beautiful death, beautiful pain,
Bringing me to my knees again.
God is, God was, He’ll always be;
Through my joy or in my grief.
Will I dwell in darkness there?
Hide my face in despair,
Or through my tears, will I fall,
Praising He who’s Lord of all.
He gives, He takes, still blessed be,
The Name who by grace I’m free.
The beauty of death I now can see,
If I’ll only fall on my knees.
Surely there’s no sweeter sound,
When we fall to the ground,
And praise Him who gives and takes away;
Give Him glory come what may.
And when whatever’s done is done,
May my grief and praise be one.