Sunday, July 27, 2014

The Great Adventure

The poem below was written by one of Roscoe's caring friends on the day that he passed. She sent the poem to us, so I hope she doesn't mind that we shared it here for others to enjoy. She titled the poem, "The Great Adventure":

The Great Adventure

Once there was a little girl who gave her life to the Lord
She believed in Him, and couldn’t wait to venture round His world
God and she would speak each day of blessings, hopes, and dreams
And she loved her God—the two of them, they made an awesome team

This little girl, she had a skill of seeing beauty in the plain
And a little boy, he noticed this and wished he could be the same
So he told her that she had a mind unlike that of any other
He held her hand and gave a ring, and she soon became a mother

Her husband and her child made her hopes and dreams complete
She couldn’t wait to share adventures with two tiny perfect feet
Well her little boy had quite the adventure, but not the kind you’d think
We prayed to God, but her son’s short life was ending faster than a blink

Her husband gathered warriors who prayed for hours, day and night
And they tried to help their baby boy put up the biggest fight
One day the little girl called to God, with suffering and strife
And said “My God, he’s all I have. My baby is my life.”

She knew that God could save him, and still wishes that He had
After all, that boy—he was her life, and the loss still makes her sad
But she walked him to the gates of heaven instead of ventures round the world
And when they arrived, the little girl gave her life back to the Lord.

The little boy, he traveled from one father to THE Father
And never could have made it through without the courage of his mother
The little girl and little boy missed their son each and every day
But his life was not without tremendous purpose, everyone would say

And though she didn’t understand all the why’s, if’s, and’s, or but’s
She knew her God would still provide, and that she’d feel His love
The story did continue, though I’m not sure of its end
I do know that she didn’t break, she just learned how to bend.
- Elizabeth Nichols

6 comments:

  1. Thank you, Elizabeth.
    This is one of the most beautiful poems I've ever read.
    Thank you for sharing this, Shaun.
    I love you.
    I love you Alisha.
    I love you Roscoe.

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  2. That is beautiful, Elizabeth.

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  3. Such an impressive tribute!! Thanks for sharing.

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  4. Shaun, I was just thinking about your first (I think it was the first) lesson you ever gave where Shaun, the mathematician, figured out how many cubic feet there was in Heaven according to the Bible.
    You assured us all that there was plenty of room for us all.
    Roscoe has plenty of room to run and play with no cords attached!
    He and Grandpa have lots of fields to run and play in : )
    Love,
    Mom : )

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  5. Wonderful poem! Thank you for sharing it with us all!

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