( For all grieving parents who know the pain of losing a child
On a cold winters day
A beautiful child was born
His name was Timothy Ray
His mom young and worn.
She labored very long
She was very ill that day
Full blown Toxemia is what she had
She almost died that day.
She had just turn seventeen
Too young to die this way!
She saw Jesus beside her
As she labored hard that day
Her Doctor told her family
Both she and child might die.
Then he hurried to her room
Knelt beside her bed, began pray and cry.
It wasn’t long before he delivered a son
For this young girl that he’d come to love.
This battle with life or death he had won
He knelt in prayer once again to thank God above.
This child grew big and strong too fast
His childhood wouldn’t last!
This, child his momma held one winters day
Was almost grown in every way
He was only 15 that hot summers day
When Timmy, her first born, was called away!
Never again to see his infectious smile
For his life was taken, stolen away!
This is a true story you see
For Timmy’s momma is really me
I’ll always remember that day in the sun
The day I buried Timmy, my first born son.
Sherry Fallingleaf Jones
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