A different kind of Birthday

I first wrote this for my nephew that I was never able to meet. Today I am posting for another special, sweet angel! Happy Birthday little boy! Even though we never met you, you were definately loved!

A mind not yet formed,
and eyes not yet shaped.
God slowly stretches each arm and leg,
and with fingertips forms his head.
A process slow an at times long,
But God’s great design He demonstrates,
As He forms each feature with no mistake,
To complete a being only He creates.
Sometimes we see the end of the road,
And others the step right in front cuts short.
Time short or long is precious either way,
and all hopes and dreams still remain.
The gift given to us in all but a breath,
Is in our minds at times classified death.
What but truth is much greater than what we perceive?
A dream far bigger and out of our reach.
Death, no, not so.
Rather life to it’s fullest.
The way God intended
our purpose to be,
With Him to fellowship and His glory see.
Here for a moment,
A moment not grasped. J
oy He brought in His short stay,
That causes thankfulness for God’s way.
He took his first breath in the arms of the Father,
He first inhaled the sweet aroma of Christ.
He opened his eyes and first things to see
The splendor of Christ and heaven’s glory.
The first sound he hears is the angels’ song,
Now lulling him all the days long.
He first grasped the fingers that formed the world,
And is comforted in the hands that made each boy and girl.
To miss him is right,
To mourn his leaving is natural.
But cling to the truth God has made,
And the promise unscathed.
Although we can’t see him,
We can’t hold him close
And he is not in our sight,
I know he is sleeping with Jesus tonight.