by Carolyn Lanier

Created on: May 15, 2009

I'm still your little boy

God's timing is always perfect, but to us it seems unfair,

He knows that my leaving, was very hard for you to bare.

That's why he carried you, only his foot prints in the sand,

He knows that you won't see me, grow up to be a man.

For six short months, you carried me, then I had to die,

But you wouldn't understand Mama, if I told you why.

I won't become a doctor, a lawyer, nor can I bring you joy,

But I'll always love you Mama, and I'm still your little boy.

First words, first steps, school, or watch me play ball,

I'm sorry mama, that we won't share these things at all.

I really do love and miss you, and know just how you feel,

I hope that you are proud of me for following God's will.

But don't worry Mama, there's nothing you did wrong.

If only you could hear me coo, when the Angels sing a song.

There is no sin or sickness, nor will my body grow tired and old.

I'm learning how to pray, and walk down the streets of gold,

While you were carrying me, I could hear your sweet voice,

If only now for me, don't cry, I wished you could rejoice.

I have many brothers and sisters, and Bible stories to enjoy,

But I'll always love you mama, and I'm still your little boy.

I'll be picking lots of flowers, for they're always in bloom,

And give them to the Lord, to place inside your room.

So that you'll know I thought of you, every single day,

I'll be waiting by the pearly gates when you come home to stay.

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