He Is Satisfied



You'll never hold him in your arms
Or look into his eyes.
You'll never nurse him at your breast
To soothe his little cries.

But, oh! his soul is resting in the presence of the Lord;
And he is satisfied.

He does not know the pain you feel
That he has gone so soon.
How bless'd to be allowed to go
To heaven from the womb!

His little soul is resting in the presence of the Lord,
And he is satisfied.

In time and tears somehow you'll face
The fact that he is gone--
That you must stay in service here,
While God has called him home.

Because his soul is resting in the presence of the Lord,
Your child is satisfied.

He can't return to you, but you
Can go to him someday.
Then all the tears that you have shed,
Our God shall wipe away.

And when your soul is resting in the presence of the Lord,
You'll be satisfied.

Tina Rae Collins

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