with a fragile heart this hope was born
and then one night our hearts were torn
the miracle of a normal life
would be worth the days and sleepless nights
rise up and walk? take on eagle's wings?
through Chirst can we truly do all things?
when hearts are broken by realized fears
promises blur through a veil of tears
were prayers unanswered, or worse, ignored?
where was this good and loving Lord?
sometimes it seems the fate of a man
is to contemplate, not understand
when hope seems lost and tears run dry,
when exhausted minds stop wondering why
eyes turn north and look to see that
on golden streets, in Jesus' lap
written by Dr. Lu, one of Baby Hope's cardiologist