Dianne Bray

He saw you in the mother’s womb,
All of your days were written,
In a Book every breath counted,
As your tiny form was knitting.

He knew the days of your struggle,
And stood by to guard,
Unseen by those who don’t know the heart,
An angel sent from the Lord.

He felt your pain and suffering,
Where He sits on Heaven’s throne;
A promise made He would keep,
To never leave you all alone.

He remembered your humble state,
In grace His love was shown;
“Little Dianne, my precious child,
It’s time for you to come Home.”

He knows our hurt this day,
And still can save the soul;
For those who trust the Living Lord,
He’s here, He cares, He knows.

Larry Sparks