*I did not write this poem*
This amazing piece was sent to me by a missionary friend of mine, David Johnson, who has followed my daughter’s story from day one. He continually reminded me that they were praying for us, even from distant China. Then this morning, he sends me this poem that he was inspired to write, about my own little girl. I was blown away by the sweet words he shared, and I wanted to share it with others (with his permission, of course).
Though cancer through your tiny body raged,
Your smiling face filled pictures that were shared,
The war to comfort you your parents waged,
Your face showing no sign that you were scared.
Was something only later you would know,
Your smile, your laugh, your hope came shining through,
Despair or doubt your face it did not show.
Oh blue-eyed babe, as heaven’s perfect gift,
Your scars and body one day all will heal,
We pray that day will fly on wings so swift,
But slow will fade the way you made us feel.
For without knowing you have truly been,
A harbinger of hope and faith and light,
Through you the love of God we all have seen,
And by a child have we seen our Lord’s might.
When you are grown and looking backwards see,
The road you traveled ‘ere you learned to run,
May God our Lord ever at your side be,
Reminding you the vict’ry you have won.