This poem is dedicated to “Our Little One”, who went to be with Jesus on May 21, 1997, after being in Momma’s belly for 15 or so weeks. In October, 1997, found out I was pregnant again, and gave birth to Abigail, June 1998, then Melissa, June 2001, and Carolyn Ann-Marie in October 2004.
It is my hope and prayer that many find solace in the confident hope that their precious “little one” is with the Lord.
But now he is dead, wherefore should I fast? can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he shall not return to me. 2 Samuel 12:23 (King David speaking)
But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope. For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him. For this we say unto you by the word of the Lord, that we which are alive and remain unto the coming of the Lord shall not prevent them which are asleep. For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord. Wherefore comfort one another with these words. 1 Thessalonians 4:13-18
God is gracious!
Our Little One
Didn’t know if you were a boy or girl.
Would your hair be straight, or would it curl?
Would you be dark like your Daddy,
or would you be fair skinned like me?
Would you love to run and play outside,
or be a homebody by Momma’s side?
Would your mind in the clouds often wander,
or would engineering feats, be what you ponder?
The Lord never let us know these things,
but he knew the joy you’d bring.
Even carrying you for such a short time,
making me yearn for a new Little One in His time.
Your time with us was, oh so brief.
Your loss, brought us so much grief.
Yet through it all, I learned to see,
how My Lord, He walks with me.
I could not wish you back with us,
for surely, I have learned to trust,
and know you are safer with the Lord,
and am glad for the short time He could afford.
For surely, He must love you so,
to take you from us, and this I know,
that one day up in glory, when my Jesus I shall see,
there’ll be another Special Little One, waiting up there for me!
September 26, 2000
A Glimpse of Perfection
This precious little daughter
That the Lord has given you,
Will doubtless bring you more joy,
As she smiles back up at you.
How gracious a Heavenly Father,
As on you such love He has shown.
Entrusting you with another child,
For you to raise up as your own.
Each time you look upon her,
Gives reason to remember;
She is a special reward
From your Heavenly Father.
And as He is filling your quiver,
With this great token of His love
Take more time aside to remember,
All His past blessings from above.
Looking on God’s perfection;
Remember, He makes all things new;
Providing you a sweet glimpse,
Of the work He’s doing in you.
For while He has given you,
A new life, for Him, to train;
He is also moulding you,
In the image of His name.
Angela B. Trenholm
June 2nd, 2004
Written for friends upon the birth
of their 6th child, a daughter, in 2004.
Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.
Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them:
they shall not be ashamed,
but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.
Train up a child in the way he should go:
and when he is old, he will not depart from it.
Being confident of this very thing,
hat he which hath begun a good work in you
will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ:
by Fanny Crosby
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
O what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior, all the day long;
This is my story, this is my song,
Praising my Savior, all the day long.
Perfect submission, perfect delight,
Visions of rapture now burst on my sight;
Angels descending bring from above
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
Perfect submission, all is at rest
I in my Savior am happy and blest,
Watching and waiting, looking above,
Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.