April 1, 2005

A CHILD OF OURS


A baby fair, our third child,
merry eyed, auburn hair
demeanor mild.
An easy smile our comely one,

full of promise, empty of guile, full of fun.
His daddy's knee, a favorite steed,
bouncing there, contented be,
always a need.

His mother's lap, a story to read
of heroes tall, till time for nap,
and so to bed.
Off to school, our little lad.

With glistening eye, we acted the fool,
also a little sad.
The years go by. A man he becomes,
almost twenty, marries happily,
everything hums.

Until December first, our worst day yet,
his plane is down,
our hearts near burst,
his life forfeit.

Unto his Savior's arms he sped, there to wait,
until that day when judgments alarm
seals each one's fate.

His loved one's all will he welcome there,
in that heavenly place, no tear will fall,
no more grief to bear.

1984 William E. Clark


Posted 5 years, 10 months ago on April 1, 2005
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