Dylan
At just three months he would arrive
To hear Gods word, spoken, alive
Chiming in with sounds his own
Dylan spoke of what Gods sown
Though baby talk, this gift of life
Became like salt and too the light
That came into the world as one
One more child of GOD, His son
I watched mom prop him up on shoulder
A better view for him to soldier
Point of view as fist in mouth
Became binky around about
He tired soon and fell asleep
Picture perfect in arms she'd keep
Tiresome as service ran
A bit later for this little man
Before dreams came to be mindset
Awake became what Pastor set
Disturbed as sleep was now deprived
Upset a bit Dylan now cried
A lullaby sung with hope
As Pastor sang to help babe cope
A bit longer as time would come
To bid blessings to this little one
For Dylan, Gods child in the making
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