Your little life

Was created, designed and knit together

By the greatest Craftsman.

It was done lovingly,

Attention was paid to the very last detail,

Without a doubt

You were perfect in His eyes.

But your breaths were numbered

And the hours were few,

Before you filled your lungs

For the very last time.

My questions unanswered

And the sadness in this heart unfamiliar.

I did not know your face

And it was not me who sat beside you,

Patiently waiting, hoping,

Lord, take him quickly

Or heal him now.

The voice of the sweetest girl I know

Sang over you,

Of a love both fierce and gentle.

Your mother loved you.

Her first child,

A boy.

And she grieves her loss,

The loss of being able to hold you,

To be loved by you

To touch you, feeling your warmth on her skin.

Her pain is great,

But her Creator is much more.

I pray your mum finds comfort

And the Love she longs for

In the Saviour of the world.