Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
How can loving you hurt so much?
You came; we saw; you conquered – us.
But we have to give you away.
It hurts boy.
But you have been a joy.
A treasure, heaven sent;
But we knew the time was short,
For you, to us, were lent.
A bundle, given for a season;
Given to us, for no known reason.
Your mother and father loved you, you must know that;
But their pain told in life’s twists and turns.
In fact boy, you’ve been loved by so many,
Our home, the church, our wider family;
And true agape-love always hurts; better to have loved and lost, and all that agony!
There is no anaesthetic for open heart surgery.
Like a pin on the map, marking a place,
Are you in our lives, a moment of grace.
And like a pin in the skin,
Giving you up, echoes something of Christ, removing our sin.
Adoption, redemption, great Gospel themes,
In our lives lived out before the God who redeems.
Pain in salvation; ouch, ouch, ouch;
Eternal life too.
It has all been worth it,
Just to meet and know you.