Some people in my church had a sick baby. One Sabbath morning she died. This is my poem for them.
The one you love
The one you like
The one you watch
All through the night
But now she rests in peace
Not suffer
And go to heaven
When it's time
Love that poem. So sweet and I am sure the parents were comforted.
ReplyDeleteAwww. So sweet.
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