Lily
by
Grandma
Baadsgaard
Happy
third birthday my precious little Lily. What joy you bring to my heart.
First
came the light
Caleb
was born
Consider the lilies - how they grow
Solomon
in all his glory
not
arrayed like one of these.
Then
came loss
Caleb’s
death
White lilies
Resting
on his grave
Soaring
heavenward
Your
Father knoweth
ye
have need
Fear
not
Heaven’s
light
Dressed
in white
Lily
took Caleb’s hand
“I’m
so glad you are home.
Your
death there is like birth here.
Now
it is my turn to leave
Is
birth there like death here?”
Then
came the light
Lily
was born
Consider the lilies – how they grow
Stone rolled away
Resurrection
In
the garden
Where
each red drop fell
A
lily grew
God’s
promises
never forgotten
2 comments:
Oh this is so sweet! Thank you, Mom!
Beautiful, Janene.
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