He Was Mine First

Here I sit with my child at my feet
Wrapped snuggly in his warm blankets
Sleeping quietly looking so peaceful
When earlier it was not so
He had been so sick, crying with pain
I rocked him while he wept
I whispered in his ear that it would get better
I gave him medicine and wiped his brow
And I worried
I wept when he could not see me
I prayed to the Lord to help me care for him
Tears running down my cheeks
I begged for him to take my child’s pain
To give him relief from his illness
I must have fallen asleep
For I was awakened by a rustling noise
Standing before me I saw a man but I felt no fear
He was wearing a flowing white robe
He reached and took my child from my arms
The only words He spoke were
“He was mine first,
I am the One who died to make him mine first”
With that He gently laid my child on the floor
Brushing his hair from his forehead with a gentle hand
Then He was gone
My child stirred and woke looking at me
He told me that he walked with a man in a long robe
And the man said he must get well for he had things to do
And the man rubbed his head then left him
And he felt better
Tears fell down my cheeks as I thanked the Lord
For coming to my child and healing him
I hugged my child close to me then lay him down again
And he fell back to sleep
Thank you Lord for making him yours first
But I thank you most for making him mine now
tdb 7/30/08

that is so nice

I am just speechless