One day a tiny angel boy
Flew out of heaven's gate,
He was not discovered missing,
Until it was too late.
Of course, God was most disturbed,
About this precious, little soul,
Who got away from heaven,
Before his time to go.
But God's eye was on this little guy,
Who'd been wonderfully designed,
Though tiny, he was mighty,
He just needed growing time.
Yet somehow he slipped through the gate,
When the gatekeeper's back was turned,
And he made it all the way to earth,
With wings too small for his return.
He found a perfect mother,
Whose heart was bigger than he was,
Not even heaven could compete
For such a mother's love.
The divine love he brought with him,
Was a love direct from God,
For he still belonged to heaven,
Though here on earthly sod.
He was so fragile and so helpless,
His mother's strength not quite enough,
Man's world a strange and frightening place,
Not like heaven - much too tough.
This child was made by God
In His image, for His Glory,
No way could earth lay claim to him,
To this precious, angel boy.
Too young to fly home on his own,
God sent gentle angels down,
Who swiftly, sweetly carried him
Back home, where he belonged.
God left a message for his mother,
To let her know her son and she
Would one day be together,
As sons and mothers ought to be.
But in the meantime, she should listen,
And watch up in the sky,
For what she thinks are tiny birds
May be her sweet angel flying by.
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright July 2003

This is for a young mother who lost her premature baby boy two weeks after his birth. 




The midi file is "His Eye is on the Sparrow,"
played so beautifully by Margi Harrell.