The Things in the Cabinet Drawer

Unknown

There are whips and tops and pieces of string

And shoes that no little feet ever wear;

There are bits of ribbon and broken wings

And tresses of golden hair.

There are dainty jackets that never are worn

There are toys and models of ships;

There are books and pictures all faded and torn

And marked by finger tips

Of dimpled hands that have fallen to dust -

Yet we strive to think that the Lord is just.

Yet a feeling of bitterness fills our soul;

Sometimes we try to pray,

That the Reaper has spared so many flowers

And taken ours away.

And sometimes we doubt if the Lord can know

How our riven hearts did love them so.

But we think of our dear ones dead,

Our children who never grow old,

And how they are waiting and watching for us

In the city with streets of gold;

And how they are safe through all the years

From sickness and want and war.

We thank the great God, with falling tears,

For the things in the cabinet drawer.