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