Story of Your Life
God made you from clay with his hands
Beautiful and pure like the rose you are.
Pink cheeks and eyes sparkling like stars,
Yet, unknown we were of His plans.
Despite you being diagnosed with trisomy, your flame God kept alive.
You smiled, you laughed and sometimes cried on your mom’s arm,
But a lullaby by her had you so calm.
That was the story of your life, a story of peace and strive
For almost two years you blossomed into a beautiful pearl
Yet you were on borrowed time by His grace
Borrowed time suddenly ended, with a tearful embrace
I held you lifeless body, but even then you were still the cutest girl
Why did it have to be you? I don’t understand?!
A life so young and blooming, now destroyed
Schylar Rose, how will I ever fill this void?
My child we will meet again at the celestial gate, you holding the Father’s hand
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