Poem by BeBe

He knows the steps before us
He holds them in His hand
In faith we walk in darkness
Not knowing all His plan.

But He is ever present
His love with healing grace
Is there, but for the asking
When we just seek His face.

He is the source of mercy
And love that never fails
His angels all about us
Hell’s gates cannot prevail.

He’s called me, dear, to love you
To keep you at His throne
He saved you for His glory
And now, you’re not your own.

For He’s the master potter
And we are just the clay
The vessels at His choosing
Bowed down to live His way.

I’ve prayed His healing Spirit
Would hold us in His love
And give us understanding
His wisdom from above.

The pain we feel reminds us
His sacrifice of blood
Was spilled for our redeeming
Mingled down into the mud.

He died for all the heartache
For sins and sorrow shared
We do not know tomorrow,
We do know He cares.

Her spirit is in glory
Forever praising Him
And one day we will join her
United once again.

I miss her little body
The dreams that night have been
Her laughter and her giggles…
To see her once again.

I love you, child, forever
You’re bathed in prayer each day
To feel His loving kindness
As you go along your way.

Be still and feel His presence
His comfort wrapping round
He holds all our tomorrows
Our peace, in Him is found.

BeBe (Rylan’s grandmother)
This poem was reproduced with permission from the author