I’ve been thinking about Michael Philip today. It happened just four years ago this week. The doctors said, if born this early, my grandson would only have a few seconds of life. At twenty-weeks, his tiny lungs were just not formed enough to breathe in this world. The family had all been together for many days in the dimly lit hospital room. As we all waited and prayed, God gave me these words:
Deep in the womb a soul, it is formed,
His life, a gift from the Lord transformed.
By days and weeks and hope of years with love,
Near God Himself and His Son from above.
All earthly life is Yours, not ours to know,
How many days on earth bestowed,
For life and length of days we pray,
This darkest night and into the new day.
We commit this hour a child, a precious soul,
Trusting your mercy and the word of your scroll,
Might I give my own self for the life that you made,
Not much of a price, but would be my honor to trade.
But my will is not His will. Michael Philip was born in the darkness of that early morning. He was quiet and still and beautiful. I held him in the palm of my hand. I touched his tiny hands and his feet, and his face, all perfect as God had formed them. At that moment, my tears ceased. Joy filled my heart and my soul, understanding again that God’s Son gave His life for Michael Philip. Because our Lord lives, Michael Philip lives and I will see him again. Happy birthday Michael.