Cessation of Life

Eternal rest, only meant to be a two hour nap.
The little boy, who once lay asleep, was soon in God’s lap.
The telephone rang, and who could have guessed,
Our little boy had slept his last rest.
Overwhelmed with sadness, laden with sorrow,
If this happened today, what about tomorrow?
Was I next? Did Father need me too?
At this thought I wept. I didn’t know what to do.
The funeral came. The room flooded with tears.
In the casket lay a boy, who lived not even a year.
I walked up to see him. It took the wind out of my soul.
Where once was a piece of my heart, there now was a hole.
I stood and I stared, not believing my eyes,
I wanted to hug him, but all I could do was cry.
I fell to the floor and dissolved in my tears.
This day was scarier than all of my fears.
I prayed to the Lord, “May Paul rise to your side.”
“Keep him safe with you,” I said as I dried my eyes.
“May he walk with You, and watch me from Heaven.
I loved him dearly. He was only in the week of seven.”
I wondered, “What about me? I want to come too.”
Innocent Baby Paul, I want to be with you.
Heavenly God, why can’t You help me to understand?
How can all this happen? It isn’t in my plans.
We’re supposed to grow up and be good friends.
I guess You had a better plan, and mine had to end.
I know you have a plan. You made all of Creation.
You are my Salvation, my final destination.