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Jesus is Here to Stay


She was so small the day she was born

I rubbed until I heard a cry

Still wet and very warm

I wouldn't let her die

 

I came every day just to check

I held her with care

I loved her to heck

Her soft coat short and fair

 

She nibbled on my finger

Cuddled in my hand

She kept getting bigger

But She was like sand 

 

Running through my fists

Running out of time 

I gave her a final kiss

I thought she was fine

 

I found her barely breathing 

I had to help any way I could

Her heart still beating

If I couldn't help I knew God would

 

I prayed 

I begged him to help

I stayed 

She gave a painful yelp

 

He told me to put her down

I listened with a growing pain inside

 

She looked at me with her big brown eyes

As if she was begging for me to take away the pain

The look of pain and suffering

I was going insane

 

Having to sit and listen to her cry

Not being able to touch her

I kept yelling why

No comfort came

 

She screamed a curdling scream of suffering

Then took her last breath in front of me

I sat and said nothing

I don't think I could ever see

 

Why would God do this to me

 

I heard booming through my mind

Pick her up the deed is done

There was no comfort I could find

I picked her up though I wanted to run

 

I screamed why God

She was special 

 

Why couldn't I comfort her 

Why did it have to end

All she wanted was love in her final moments

A little love and a friend

 

I had to put her down and be disconnected

While I watched her suffer

Why couldn't we have reconnected

While she still had that glimmer

 

He said in a melancholy voice

My son was special 

But I had no choice

 

We were separated by the sin of the world

But his cries I still heard

 

Then he told me to take her to the woods

Dig a grave and put a large stone on it

I did as he said and then I stood

Wondering why I’m still here if Jesus was so good

 

Three days later it was easter day

In a dream my precious midnight came to me

Gave me a lick on the hand

And headed towards a luscious land

 

Though it pains me to say

I understand why it happened in this way

Though my baby isn't here today

Jesus is here to stay

 
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