One of Luke’s co-workers gave Luke this poem after Phoenix died. He recieved it when his son passed away.
A Child of Mine
I will lend you, for a little time,
A child of mine, He said.
For you to love the while she lives.
And mourn for when she’s dead.
It may be six or secen years;
Or twenty-two or three.
But will you, till I call her back,
Take care of her for Me?
She’ll bring her charms to gladden you,
And should her stay be brief.
You’ll have her lovely memories,
As solace for your grief.
I cannot promice she will stay,
Since all from earth return.
But there are lessons taught down there,
I want this child to learn.
I’ve looked thw wide world over,
In search for teachers true.
And from the throngs that crowd life’s lanes,
I have selected you.
Now will you give her all your love,
Nor think the labor vain.
Nor hate me when I come
To take her home again?
I fancied that I heard them say,
‘Dear Lord, Thy will be done!’
For all the joys Thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief we’ll run.
We’ll shelter her tenderness,
We’ll love her while we may,
And for the happiness we’ve known
Forever grateful stay.
But should the angels call for her,
Much sooner than we’ve planned.
We’ll brave the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand.