Each was a time of fear, a time of questioning, and a time to grow our faith. After we learned that our fourth child, a little boy, was missing a kidney, I feared that the one he had would be cystic as his sisters' were. I feared that his one kidney would fail after he was born. I feared for his life, but I had learned to trust the one who gives us these children. In the face of fear we named him "Tobiah" which means, "The Lord is good," and I wrote the following poem:
Heaven's Child
The blueprints are not flawed
Steady fingers have not failed
This is no accident
Sometimes grace comes veiled
It is not mine to prevent
It is not mine to prevent
Not mine to remedy
It is mine to accept
And simply bow my knee
This is masterful design
This is masterful design
Not genetics going wild
Exactly as intended
This is Heaven’s child
Sent for more than my enjoyment
Sent for more than my enjoyment
I can not hold him selfishly
His creator has a purpose
Higher than my plans for me
It is not mine to worry
It is not mine to worry
Not mine to question why
It is mine to hold him
To gently hush his cry
It is mine to offer comfort
It is mine to offer comfort
To love him without greed
It is mine to walk beside him
But let his Creator lead
Planned from long before creation
Planned from long before creation
Written down, his Maker smiled
Exactly as intended
This is Heaven’s child
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