Kicking, squirming, and hiccupping;
Marinating in the deep.
Full of life, hope, and purpose,
Wooing the hearts who weep.
Your little life here on earth,
It’s purpose is so clear.
It points us to eternity,
To our God who is very near.
Champion of a better place,
A reminder of Whose we are.
You now see Jesus face to face,
Worshipping the Morning Star.
We miss you little Arthur,
Your precious gazing eye.
We’ll meet together soon someday,
To worship The Most High.
DaddyJack & MommyK
This was a Christmas gift to us, a poem in honor of Arthur, from his grandparents, who had the privilege of meeting him before he departed us.
We are thankful for the gift of being with family during this time and for getting to experience this Christmas through the eyes of our children. Through Adele’s eyes as she experienced Christmas traditions, and through Arthur’s eyes as we look and long for heaven, being face to face with Jesus.