THE POET'S CORNER ARCHIVES

But Jesus called them unto him, and said, Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God. (16) Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child shall in no wise enter therein. Luke 18:16-17

Dedicated to the parents of pre-born children, stillborn children, and children gone too soon.

JUSTICE FOR CAYLEE

No justice for Caylee. None, it seems, here on the earth!
Jesus took her to Heaven where precious children have worth.

Probably, for a moment, she sat on His knee,
While He healed her of memories that never should be.

Then He showed her the nail prints on each foot and hand,
And explained His death for her, so she'd understand.

With those beautiful eyes fastened full on His face,
"I love you Jesus," she whispered, "I love this place!"

Looking around at the crowd gathered there,
Where's my Mommy? I want her to come here.

Jesus said, "Perhaps awhile; and, she'll accept me
As the one who paid her sin debt on the Cross of Calvary.

It's certainly not my will that any should perish;
She could change her mind, and be one I can cherish."

Then, He patted the top of her curly head,
Took her by the hand as He gently led,

Down a golden pathway to a heavenly street
Where other children played that she could meet.

"Off you go, now," and she ran to join in the fun.
For little Caylee, Eternity had just begun.

But, what of her mother? Is judgment ahead?
When the Books are opened and every deed is read?

There will be no attorney standing with her that day.
She'll stand at that bar alone, with no excuse to say.

The Book of Life will witness that her name's not written there,
And the severity of her punishment will be only what is fair.

Or, could some faithful Christian share God's Word with her,
That Jesus paid for all sin, no matter what events occur?

Then He'll give her His Righteousness to make her fit for Heaven.
She'll never stand in judgment. All her sins will be forgiven.

Don't you think in Caylee's eyes, this is also justice fair;
Since she's in Heaven now, and someday Mother could be there?

Before you begin to judge, my Friend, Heaven's a perfect place.
No sin will ever enter in; all we sinners must accept His grace;

Or, we'll stand at the same judgment bar,

Searching vainly to find our name,
Sentenced with these awful words,

"Depart, Ye Cursed, to the everlasting flame."

Judgment rendered; or saved by grace, which will it be?
Any way you look at it, it's justice for God and sweet Caylee.

----  by Marjorie A. Younce