Poem - together we'll sing
I asked God for a poem, and he gifted this to me. It really expresses much of what I've been feeling and I hope it encourages you.
Together We'll Sing
Holding you closer than my skin
A hug is a weak comparison
To the warm embrace we share
I have yet to see your precious face
But every flutter, I imagine your perfect toes,
Your little nose, the delicacies of our Father's handiwork
With every kick you're being woven together by Him
Not knowing how much time is left
I hold your beauty close and try my best to savor it
This bittersweet cup of joy and sorrow
And as I look forward to meeting you finally
Face-to-face, our first and last embrace,
I wait to see eternity's reflection in your eyes
Because as much as I want to see you crawling on your knees,
Climbing trees, laughing histerically with me,
I know sooner or later
That shadow of death will crouch near
And, my sweet baby dear, all that I could ask
Is that you would see Jesus there
To cover your sin and redeem this brokenness
But...I know He is good and watches over
Those who cannot utter even a word
Under this current reign of death.
So, my precious Noelle, I praise God
That you would be ushered to him so soon
I will see you at the beginning of a new story
Each and every cell restored in glory
Singing together the praises of our reigning King.
Together We'll Sing
Holding you closer than my skin
A hug is a weak comparison
To the warm embrace we share
I have yet to see your precious face
But every flutter, I imagine your perfect toes,
Your little nose, the delicacies of our Father's handiwork
With every kick you're being woven together by Him
Not knowing how much time is left
I hold your beauty close and try my best to savor it
This bittersweet cup of joy and sorrow
And as I look forward to meeting you finally
Face-to-face, our first and last embrace,
I wait to see eternity's reflection in your eyes
Because as much as I want to see you crawling on your knees,
Climbing trees, laughing histerically with me,
I know sooner or later
That shadow of death will crouch near
And, my sweet baby dear, all that I could ask
Is that you would see Jesus there
To cover your sin and redeem this brokenness
But...I know He is good and watches over
Those who cannot utter even a word
Under this current reign of death.
So, my precious Noelle, I praise God
That you would be ushered to him so soon
I will see you at the beginning of a new story
Each and every cell restored in glory
Singing together the praises of our reigning King.
This is achingly beautiful, Laura. It has blessed me and made me think of my Jeremiah. I'm so sad that you have reason to write this, but I'm thankful that God gave it to you and that you shared it with us.
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