Salvation looks not at age.
How can what is lost be
saved?
It is only by God’s grace,
By Christ’s blood shed for
His own.
And for His glory this life
exists,
Our child now praises the
King,
The very best place to be,
For eternity right with my
Lord.
I would love to have held him
tight,
Loved to have watched him
grow longer.
But I held him here for a
moment,
Watch him form through the
pictures I saw.
I saw God’s masterpiece,
The movements so tiny and
small.
A hand reached up and I saw
it,
A mouth opened before for my
eyes,
A jump, and my heart leaped
inside me.
Our child, alive for a time.
But now I see stillness, no
heartbeat,
And I know his life is not
there,
He passed on to be with my
Savior,
Once again, my child beat me
there.
1 comment:
Praying for all of you, Emily. What beautiful words and expression of your faith!
love ya,
Rebecca Cardwell Sibley
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