Amy
There was once a little girl called Amy
She was as beautiful as a song
But when she became the firstborn
it was clear that something was wrong.
Amy had such golden hair on her head
And matching skin so light,
Blue eyes brighter than the sky
A smile that wasn't hidden by night.
Her laugh was bubbly and infectious,
she was an angel to our eyes,
but when her parents looked at her,
Amy was treated to saddened sighs.
Amy didn't learn as quick as others,
she shook with siezures every day,
she went to the hospital weekly
and her family learned to pray.
Amy will never walk, not ever,
and she can only talk with her hands,
the shaking erases all she learns
and we never know where she stands.
But Amy keeps on laughing
because she just is who she is
We all love her dearly,
but as always, she's really His.
Amy will rejoin Him someday,
everyday she's even more near
to the Father that loaned her to us,
and of her leaving us, we fear.
Our hearts will be forever broken
and we'll remember her every day,
but it's not for us on earth to decide
who must go and who can stay.
But we have also been blessed to have her,
and we treasure each laugh and smile
of the happy golden-haired angel
That He let us have for little awhile.
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She was as beautiful as a song
But when she became the firstborn
it was clear that something was wrong.
Amy had such golden hair on her head
And matching skin so light,
Blue eyes brighter than the sky
A smile that wasn't hidden by night.
Her laugh was bubbly and infectious,
she was an angel to our eyes,
but when her parents looked at her,
Amy was treated to saddened sighs.
Amy didn't learn as quick as others,
she shook with siezures every day,
she went to the hospital weekly
and her family learned to pray.
Amy will never walk, not ever,
and she can only talk with her hands,
the shaking erases all she learns
and we never know where she stands.
But Amy keeps on laughing
because she just is who she is
We all love her dearly,
but as always, she's really His.
Amy will rejoin Him someday,
everyday she's even more near
to the Father that loaned her to us,
and of her leaving us, we fear.
Our hearts will be forever broken
and we'll remember her every day,
but it's not for us on earth to decide
who must go and who can stay.
But we have also been blessed to have her,
and we treasure each laugh and smile
of the happy golden-haired angel
That He let us have for little awhile.
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