BORN TO HEAVEN

Born: 10.11.1986

Gone to God: 12.03.1988

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The first of four, this little one,

Came from God as leaven,

From the moment of her birth

She was born to heaven.

Her time with us was much too brief,

She left with no goodbye,

All she left are memories,

Too few to satisfy.

She came with lavish treasures,

From the hand of God who knew,

That she was born to heaven,

Her months with us were few.

She brought with her much laughter,

Rich graces from above,

But best of all her precious gift,

Was that of endless love.

Yes, she was born to heaven,

In time we too will share

With our precious baby girl,

God’s glory when we’re there.

Myra D'Souza - 12 March 2018

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Born: 10:11:1986
Gone to God: 12:03:1988

Today the tears spilled over,

As I began to pray,

I thought about my little girl,

Whose birthday is today.

God’s little baby blossom,
Her mission was to be,

The instrument that helped me,

Experience Calvary.

He walked me through the Scriptures,

He helped me find relief,

The Word of God consoled me

And helped to ease my grief.

After slight affliction,

Come blessings manifold,

In the furnace of His Love,

He purifies each soul.

In dying with the Savior,

We rise anew to life,

Redeemed, my baby lives again,

Eternally in Christ.

Myra D’Souza / 10 November 2009

Wisdom 2:23--3:1, 5-6 & 9

God created man to be immortal in the likeness of His own nature...

The souls of the just are in the hands of God and no torment shall touch them. After slight affliction will come great blessings, for God has tried them and found them worthy to be with Him, after testing them as gold in the furnace, He has accepted them as a holocaust. Those who trust in Him will penetrate the truth, those who are faithful will live with Him in love, for His grace and mercy are for His chosen ones.

HE TOUCHED ME (Losing a baby)

Born: 10:11:1986
Died: 12:03:1988

Death took my little baby,
And I, distraught with grief,
Wondered if the pain within,
Would ever find relief?

No longer to embrace her,
No longer see her smile,
To cuddle and to kiss her,
Watch her wriggle in delight.

I thought that joy forever
Was extinguished from my life,
I thought I’d feel the aching void
Inside me, till I died.

One morning I kept asking,
My Lord repeatedly,
The reason why He had to take,
My little girl from me.

I listened for an answer
But none came from above,
Instead, my God encompassed me,
With His exquisite love.

He held me close, in silence,
For a long, long while,
Until the pain receded,
And I began to smile.

My healing had begun the day,
When gently from above,
My God stooped down from heaven,
To touch me with His love.

MYRA D’SOUZA/16.1.1999

REMEMBERING YOU

Born: 10:11:1986
Gone to God: 12:03:1988

There is deep sadness welling in my heart,

As I recall the day we had to part,

A tiny candle burning swift and bright,

A dancing, laughing, blazing meteorite,

One moment here enchanting with your smiles,

Gone before we even said goodbye,

One moment here, wrapped in a world of pain,

Gone the next as quick as summer rain.

I knew not then that we had just a while,
Before you'd go forever from my sight,
I held you close and looked ahead in time,
When I would take you home sweet baby mine,

An image then passed lightly through my mind,
A Mother just like me who held her Child,
But He was dead I cried and quickly turned away,
Her Son was dead, my baby's here to stay.

I close my eyes from memory and trace,
Your lovely curls encircling your face,
Dark sparkling eyes that shine with mischief bright,
Fringed by long lashes black as velvet night,
With such angelic looks one would suppose,
That you would have a perfect little nose,
And yet the button nose on your sweet funny face,
Could only serve to add a piquant grace.

I came to visit you that fateful eve,
I heard you cry and I began to grieve,
I could not stay I thought my heart would break,
And so I went to Church where I could pray,
Make her well I cried O take her pain away,
The Master heard I did not pray in vain,
He took you home sweet baby girl of mine,
And now no tear shall ever dim your eye.

Today the sky in kindly empathy,

Melds her tears with mine in sympathy,

Tho’ sad, I know beyond a shadow’s doubt,

The sun is shining high above the clouds.

Hope is renewed the sting of death has fled,

She lives anew in Christ, for her He bled.

And though I'll miss my baby till I die,

I know that this will be a short goodbye.

Myra D'souza / 8.3.1998