poem: angel babies by Tom Milam

2007 December

Created by Marysue 16 years ago
Angel Babies Creation itself speaks of God The Great Creator and His handiwork; In His power and design unflawed, We see the flowers, the twisted vine-- the forest trees so tall! The beautiful splendorous sunsets Spring's showeres, Summer's blue sky and Autumn's colors of yellow, red and gold: We know He cares for things down here Without ever being told! The magnificent bounty of earth, It's fragrance that fills the air; All of nature proves Him true, His knowledge and wisdom declare! Then man came in - God's most intelligent creation, To bear his likeness and in whose image is made; Fail to look and see and choose, How God is so vividly portrayed! The offspring of man is God ordained It is normal, natural and true; Most are born without a problem, But some bring sorror to you! What of the miscarriage, Is it known of God? Is that form within the womb, A lifeless little glob? "No!" It cries, "I am alive!" "Maybe only for a little while, Because, at the instant of conception, I received my character and style!" "My characteristics were set, Whether skin be dark or fair; My stature, my nails, Even the color of my hair!" "I'm a person, though brief it might be, Please give homeage due; I was alive and had things been different, I'd look just like one of you!" Now, what of the child that's stillborn, And that one claimed by SIDS? It wasn't just misfortune, It was truly on of the kids! They all deserve respect, Honor and recognition; An award should be given, Because of the uncontrolled situation! For baby, Mom and Dad, A medal should be given; As a memorial for the loss, And a looking forward to holding your Angel Baby in Heaven! Author---Rev. Tom Milam written for Angel Babies Forever Loved