I wrote this poem a few years back for a very special daughter of one of my best friends after the children’s Christmas program at our church. She always had a way of putting life into perspective…
The Brightest Star
A baby born to parents young,
just starting out in life.
She formed a bond of love so tight,
baby, husband, and wife.
All American family,
the world was at their hand.
They dreamed of trips, the three of them,
the ocean and the sand.
The doctors’ words were cruel and hard,
“She’ll never be like those
who run and play, who laugh and sing,
her kind we will dispose.”
Then love broke in their aching hearts,
for quiet answers lie
in Special babies God has blessed,
not the world’s reply.
While all the children shine like stars
on Christmas program night,
this special child the Lord did see
in her the brightest light.
For from her eyes God’s kingdom shines,
her silent lips proclaim,
to ‘sign’ the words from palm to palm,
His praises to exclaim.
Yet through the words she could not sing,
His love she longed to tell.
From palm to palm she ‘signed’ His name,
and Glory on her fell.