With an Arm Full of Poppies

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

7:42 PM - With an Arm Full of Poppies
Current mood: depressed


Just for you my little one:

My Precious Little Baby

My precious little baby,
Your face I've never seen.
Your skin I've never touched before,
Nor held you close to me.

You lived inside my body,
But only for a while;
Till Jesus softly whispered,
"Come home my little child."

You must have been a special child;
If God needed you up there,
Because heaven is a better home,
It's beauty can't compare.
So, till I get to heaven,
And see your shining face;
Jesus will take care of you,
And love you in my place.

Yes, Jesus loves His little lambs,
They sit around His throne;
So sit on Jesus' lap dear child--
Till Mommy gets called home

Written by Heather from the heart.