Tribute to My Baby-Child |
In memory of Sheila Hammock-Reynolds |
My Precious little Baby-Child,
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, Its 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 January 1990 as a final
tribute to my baby-child… Sheila Hammock-Reynolds |