Steven and Kami’s infant Angel

A Parent’s heart, a tender bruise
As they received unwelcome news:
She left so soon, her mission done...
They felt she’d stay to have some fun.

Mom thought to hug, and nurse ha bit.
And make her clothes; buy shoes to fit.
Dad knew not of her work to do
In spheres above, closed to his view.

But Father knew her worth above
And took her home to serve with love.
She’s needed there to do His work
And save some lives-she dares not shirk.

She knows her mom, and papa, too...
And someday she’ll return to you.
Our Father and His Son she’ll love.

And when this world is cold and dim
And life is bleak, she’ll step back in
And tell you of her mission fair
And all the work she did while there.

And then she’ll settle down again
To be the gal you thought her then.
Kami, her Mom, Steven, her pop...
Yours, then, to teach –the love won’t stop.

With joy so pure, a perfect life;
Can’t stay upon this earth of strife...
God’s perfect child lives up above;
You’ll get her back someday-with love!

By Don Stapley
3/08
Dedicated to Aubrey Ruth Palmer