I'm just a little baby
Who didn't quite make it there.
I went straight to be with Jesus
But I'm waiting for you here.
Don't you fret about me, Mommy,
I'm alright- and am most blest;
I'd have loved to stay there with you,
But the Shepherd knows what's best.
Many dwelling here where I live,
Waited years to enter in;
Struggled through a world of sorrow
And their lives were marred with sin.
So sweet Mommy, don't you sorrow,
Wipe those tears and chase the gloom;
I went straight to Jesus bosom
From my lovely Mother's womb.
Thank you for the life you gave me,
It was brief, but don't complain;
I have all of Heaven's glory
Suffered none of earthling's pain.
I'll be waiting for you, Mommy-
You and Daddy, and the rest.
I'll be with you then forever,
And will give you all a kiss.
J.C. Broomfield
used by permission
This poem was sent to me after Baby William's death by Uncle Charlie of the Children's Bible Hour . I carried it in my wallet for several years until it was worn.
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