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To Phillip, a Child I Lost

To Phillip, a Child I Lost Dear One, you were so small, and helpless. Against the onslaught of Fate, the will of God. You were such a tiny thing, a spouted seed, resting there, Within the dark uncertain confines of my womb. But you had life, you were a living, throbbing soul. The most marvelous and beautiful of God's creations, a Human being. They ask how I could love you, Whom I never held. A babe who never suckled at my breast. But you were mine, a product of my love A part of me, and him I hold most dear. Dark is the womb, but crueler is this world. This cold world you'll never get to see. Dear one, I am empty now, no small helpless life waits there within me. So I must say good by, to the Son I never held but loved. God in His wisdom and matchless love, looked fondly from His throne And picked a bud before it ever bloomed. To compliment the roses in His vast Bouquet. Dear One, you will never be cold or hungry or alone. You will never fight a war or know the shame of sin. You are very blessed and loved, by your Mother and your God. Dear One, very soon, a dark-haired woman will enter there To be greeted by her Savior and a smiling babe...

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