this is a poem my mom wrote about wyatt. i really liked it. so i thought that i would share.
Warriors
There lay a Little Warrior
-Silent, struggling, suriving.
Defying all that man can hope.
Battling each and every day
As he takes the breath of life.
Fighting to stay alive.
He is strong amidst his weakness
This effects all those around.
He is precious to the Mighty Warrior,
for he is just and infant child.
There stands the Mighty Warrior
-Watching, caring, loving.
Giving all that man can hope.
Imparting grace each and every day
-As he gives the breath of life.
Sustaining all that live.
He knows our every weakness
And the effect it has on each.
He is not only the Mighty Warrior,
but also our High Priest!
There kneels a Prayer Warrior
-Crying, pleading, waiting.
Clinging to the only Hope.
Standing firm each and every day
-As he intercedes for the Little Warrior.
Petitioning to the Author of all life.
He feels the weight of weakness
And the effect it has on prayer.
But he knows the Mighty Warrior
is strong when he is weak. |