O, the heavy, healing light of Jesus in His glory...that he would share Himself with me...
Baby Luke would have been 2 years old today had his birth been full term.
I miss him and who he might have been.
So, Jesus, please give him a tight squeeze from his Mama here on earth.
Here is a poem his Grandma Lou wrote for him:
You are to us, an unsung song
A life so briefly given
You sprang up in our hearts dear one
And now you’ve gone to heaven.
You left this earth before you knew
The world and its demands.
We trust our God, with you dear Luke
And all that He has planned.
We long to know your special form
But now you’ve gone ahead.
From our own lives, eternal seed sown
Transplanted, grow with God instead
He will keep you through eternity
A treasure held, at heaven’s gate,
Tho now we grieve, one day we’ll meet
With love and hope, our hearts will wait
So, farewell for now, sweet Luke!
Grateful for the ways Jesus has healed my heart and lifted up my chin to see Him in all things.
You are beautiful, Lord.
I love you.