My dad has often blessed me with his gift of poetry, but never more than He did with this which he wrote soon after the loss of our precious son, Ezra Coleman.
Sitting close in my truck beside me
My angel would sing her tune.
The joy that came from those little lips,
Was larger than sun or moon.
My princess there beside me,
My world was so complete.
The songs that flowed from her heart
The melody so sweet.
Adult-life brought some shadows
Temporarily throwing you off key
But I view your strength and faith
It is an awesome sight to me.
This mournful moment slammed you.
Others are silenced by such a thing
But I know my Precious Princess-
There are songs yet for you to sing.
The loss of your son wounds us all.
But no one more than you.
Though I trust in God- I often think,
I would have loved to hear his song, too.
And we will some day- I know it.
Beside him, we will bow
Singing praise to He who will open our eyes
To what He has allowed.
For then we will understand
And see that it was right
But it’s okay, you’re not weak
If tears haunt you at night.
So sit here close beside me
I want to hear your voice
No other spot under heaven-
No- beside you would be my choice.
Bellow both your joy and pain-
Just let your lovely tune ring.
And know, my Precious Princess,
There are still yet songs to sing.