So tiny and frail,
yet under that veil,
a miracle of God.
My face that I see.
Eyes that shine blue,
how my heart you undo.
And I cry at the smile,
that is meant just for me.
See the little girl sing,
dressed in ribbons and string.
Does she know that I'm leaving,
as she sits on my knee?
There my little boy goes,
with mud 'tween his toes.
Will he even remember?
Wonder where I may be?
I don't understand,
what destiny planned,
that I must leave them now,
when I'm needed here so.
Yet I say there's a reason,
with each passing season.
So I must find that answer.
This little I owe.
Will my little boy talk?
My little girl walk?
How much will I miss?
How much will they have grown?
And if I'm in Hell now,
maybe God will allow,
that I make up the time,
when finally I'm home.
and let then not feel alone....
"And God so loved the world, that he gave it his only son.
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