He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. ~ Psalm 147:3

Our Son

And the Child Grew1

He was six weeks early. Sixteen inches long, and weighed 4 lb. 14 oz. Because he was so tiny, and his lungs had not fully developed, he was in an incubator for three days. His prognosis was grim.

That was fifty-three years ago. Today, he is a father of four, grandfather of six, pastor of twenty years, fitness trainer, and travels around the world helping those in need. God spared His life to do His will.

Our Son

Our Son 

God blessed us with a tiny son

That made our lives complete

The presence of this little one

Is precious and so sweet

God put a twinkle in his eyes

Just like the stars above

And placed a radiance on his face

That fills our hearts with love

He placed the hairs upon his head

With tender loving care

And placed a smile upon his lips

So precious and so fair

God took His time with this little one

To fill our hearts with joy

And we thank Him from the depths of our soul

For our beautiful baby boy

~Sandi Staton

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He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. ~ Psalm 147:3

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