Obadiah’s Song

I had asked my friend, Dietrich Browne, if he would consider playing a few songs at the service. We had decided only to have a graveside service. Partly, unlike someone who is older, there just isn’t much for people to say in the way of a Eulogy for a newborn or small child. But then, again, there seems to be something kind of sweet and innocent about that. Like there is such meaning to this life even though the person never accomplished anything or formed any great relationships or whatever. We just have to honor his short life for what it was - a creation from God, a blessing, a gift.

The other reason is I just don’t think my wife and I could have gone through two services, even if one was very short.

Anyway, the night before the funeral, Dietrich emailed me that he had created a new song for the occasion and that he would rather play this than the other songs we had originally talked about. I was stunned that someone would take such time and effort to do this. He said our friend Matt had helped him and that he had taken one line from the original email that I had sent out about Obadiah’s death which was that my wife and I “miss him so much and wish he were here every minute”. You’ll see how he fit that in the chorus below.

I’m hoping he’ll record it at a future session. I think it would be very helpful for anyone going through what we’ve gone through. If so, I’ll put the recording here on this post so you can hear it.

My wife and I were moved incredibly when he played it at the end of the service. Quite a number of people came up to me later and told me how touched they were by it. The song’s title is long, so I just call it Obadiah’s Song.

Take Good Care of my Baby, Jesus
by Dietrich Browne

He did not see me
He did not cry
On angles wings
He flew right by

He is not here
I closed my eyes
I hold my breath
while to heaven he flies

Jesus..Rock him to sleep -Sing lots of songs
Tell him we miss him every minute
It will seem so long.
Until that day, we see your face
We will behold him in love’s embrace

Do babies grow up in heaven
with your love and tender care?
Under your gentle wings
Do they shout for joy there?

He is the treasure
I long to see
I will go to him
he won’t come to me to me
If my head held an ocean
I couldn’t cry ‘nough tears
But He is there In your presence
so I will have no fear

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