A Prayer for Those Who Have Suffered Miscarriage

Woe that my child's days were numbered so few.  Despair and shame descend upon me.  Like lions, they seek to devour me.  My joy spills out like water upon stones.  It runs into the earth and is lost.  Who can recover it?  Embrace me, Lord!  Comfort me in my affliction.  For you who laid the pillars of the Earth gather the little ones to yourself and so mine.  The Father takes what is His own.  Are my days so many more than this?  Let me not forget that I am but dust.  Deliver me from pride, O Lord!  I am humble before you.  I pour myself out.  I weep and know the joy of the Lord.  His goodness cannot be measured.  His mercy cannot be weighed.  He who set the tides recovers waters from the earth.  He calls it out of stones.  Blessed am I to cry out to the Lord God.  Blessed am I in sorrow to call upon His holy name.