The Most Perfect Life |
By Byron Allred |
The thought of a new child
it seems so great, though nine months away you can hardly wait. The weeks go by slow they seem so long, you just hope and you pray your child is healthy and strong. A visit to the doctor and they give you bad news they inform you of your child that you probably will lose. Happy times turn sad as you anticipate this birth, as you dream of the day your child enters this earth. You think of his eyes, the color of his hair, it seems so wrong it doesn’t seem fair. Prayers from a loved one, encouragement from a friend, but all that you can think of your son’s life soon will end. Nine months with your child the Lord lets you share, your love and your prayers to let him know that you care. From the mother to the Lord this child will go, straight into Heaven what a comfort to know. Once in Heaven he will be in God’s arms, Safe and secure where no one can harm. |