|A rose once grew where all could see,|
Sheltered beside a garden wall,
And, as the days passed swiftly by,
It spread its branches, straight and tall.
|One day, a beam of light shone through|
A crevice that had opened wide-
The rose bent gently toward its warmth
Then passed beyond to the other side.
|Now, you who deeply feel its loss,
Be comforted - the rose blooms there-
It's beauty even greater now,
Nurtured by God's own loving care.
|Andrew isn't lost.
I know exactly where he is;
Buried on an oblique mountainside
Where we laid him
One windy February day.
He lies beneath a bed of purple pansies
Planted by his mother,
Her manicured nails
Chipped and cracked
From digging in the cold clay earth
That blankets her baby.
"We're so sorry you lost you grandson,"
is the litany I hear as I nod my head
and clutch closer the plastic baby doll
I carry around so my arms won't be
As empty as my heart.
We pray for the children who put
chocolate fingers everywhere
Who like to be tickled
Who stomp in mud puddles and
ruin their new pants
Who sneak Popsicles before supper
Who erase holes
in their math workbooks
Who can never find their shoes
And we pray for those who stare at
photographers from behind
Who've never squeaked across the
floor in new sneakers
Who never "counted potatoes"
Who are born in places we
wouldn't be caught dead
Who never go to the circus
Who live in an X rated world.
We pray for children who bring
sticky kisses and
fistfuls of dandelions
Who sleep with the dog and
Who hug us in a hurry and
forget their lunch money
Who cover themselves with Band-Aids
and sing off-key
Who squeeze toothpaste
all over the sink
Who slurp their soup
And we pray for those who
never get dessert
Who watch their parents watch them die
Who have no safe blanket
to drag behind
Who can't find any bread to steal
Who don't have any rooms to clean up
Whose pictures aren't on
Whose monsters are real
We pray for children who spend all their
allowance before Tuesday
Who throw tantrums in the grocery store
Who pick at their food
Who like ghost stories
Who shove dirty clothes under the bed
and never rinse out the tub
Who get visits from the Tooth Fairy
Who don't like to be kissed in
front of the car pool
Who squirm in church
and scream on the phone
Whose tears we sometimes laugh at
And whose smiles can make us cry
And we pray for those whose
nightmares come in the daytime
Who will eat anything
Who have never seen a dentist
Who aren't spoiled by anybody
Who go to bed hungry and
cry themselves to sleep
Who live and move,
but have no being
We pray for children
who want to be carried
And for those who must
For those we never give up on
And for those who don't get a chance
For those we smother with love
And for those who will grab the
hand of anybody kind enough to offer
God created stars in the heavens and the wind in the trees;
He gave us sun in the morning and the giant bumble bees.
After all of this beauty, God still was not through,
So he created an angel, and named him Andrew.
Andrew came to us one cold day in winter
A small, fragile angel we would always remember.
This little one we wanted so much just to live;
No one could imagine how much, to us, he would give.
Our special little angel showed each of us the way
To appreciate the gift of living each and every day.
This angel named Andrew, so loved you could see
By Mommy and Daddy and his whole family.
Then, as God planned, he called Andrew home;
But he promised his family they would never be alone.
See, love is a spirit that grows within you
And as we live every hour, we remember Andrew.
Though we cannot kiss him or caress his sweet face,
We can hope, one day, to see him in a better place
Where all children are happy and angels abound-
This is where our little Andrew will be found.
Living here on earth is going to be hard.
Without our little angel, our souls are scarred.
Someday we will find him, when it's our name God calls-
We will see our Andrew, through our teardrops may fall.
On that day in Heaven, our Andrew above
Reunited with family, will feel our deep love.
Andrew is there, gone on before us
To watch over Kaylin, Walker and Josh.
When God had finished making earth and heaven
And filling them with wonders great and small
He saw how a special gladness could be given,
And so began His greatest work of all!
|He took the sparkle of the dew at dawning
To make two shining eyes, so bright and clear.
He plucked a velvet rose that sun-drenched morning
And made a baby mouth- tiny, soft and dear.
|For downy hair, He chose the silk that lingers
On summer flowers whose seeding time has come.
And for those dainty little toes and fingers,
The petals of a sweet chrysanthemum.
|He took the magic of a rainbow's splendor,
The softness of a summer cloud on high,
The innocence of sprint, so fresh... so tender,
The frailty of a gentle butterfly.
|The happy sounds of laughter and of singing,
He borrowed from the jolly tumbling brook;
Then, turning to some bluebells sweetly ringing,
Their loveliness and cheeriness He took.
|And to this masterpiece so long awaited,
He added then, the love from His own heart;
And thus it was our Andrew He created...
God's greatest and most precious work of art.