DEAR MR JESUS

A little girl caught my eye while walking home from work;
Her eyes were diamonds sparkling, beneath the smudge and dirt.
A tattered little dress with no shoes on tiny feet,
Her voice sang loud and clear, this child I had to meet.

Crossing through the park, her music filled the air,
As if a thousand angels were floating by somewhere.
Drawing ever closer, her words brought tears anew,
How could a little girl know the pain I’m going through?

“Dear Mr. Jesus, I sing this song all day;
It helps to feel the void when I forget to pray.
I know my Mommy’s with you, for she got sick last fall,
If you could grant one wish, would you let Mommy call?

Daddy’s not around much; I think he’s lost the will
To live without his sunshine and there’s too much time to kill.
Would you be so kind to let my Daddy know?
That I am just a little girl and still do love him so.”

I thought about my own son, who left us just last year,
This precious little Angel sings of what I fear.
Her music stopped so sudden, I thought she’d been a ghost,
Words so soft and tender, ‘I know you miss him most.

When nights come crashing down and sleep is just a dream,
The cold and lonely feelings are too much for you and me.
If you believe in Jesus, the love continues on,
Surrounded by His Angels, you’ll never feel alone.”

She hugged me oh, so lightly and softly began to sing.
When she walked away, I saw sweet Angel wings.
God, with all His wisdom, sent her to show the way,
How to live again, on this, my son’s birthday.

©Copyright May 29, 2007 by Lynn C. Price

Author’s Note: In Loving Memory of Ross Edward Price
Happy Birthday Son!