Tiny Stars

Tiny Stars pulled and broken Never a chance to live Never a chance to say, “Mommy, I love you.” Never a legal appeal Never a chance to make mistakes Or make a daddy beam with pride Never to pull out pots and pans Or the love, a mother can hide Never a chance to hear the word “No” Or see the smile on Granny’s face Never to ask,"Are we there yet?” On a trip to Grandpa’s place Never to go to school for the first time Big eyes and too timid to speak Then finding the world is a treasure As a fairy-tail rocks them to sleep There are times when roads are rough With stumbles along the way Each stumble, adds weight to the burden that jesus shed his blood to pay Smooth are the roads less traveled An easier path we desire to face Decisions, made under stress may rally and quicken the dreadful pace Tiny Stars, each, a candle’s little light The flame snuffs out, silence screams the call But God hears and each name is written In the greatest book of all