Waiting On An Innocent Infant - Poem by macaulay akinbami
Sitting beside his bed watching his pains and groans,
A boy who “may not live”, a sad declaration by attending physician,
And hoping still, (Prayerfully) he will not die,
Indeed he did not,
Though his last day comes too quickly,
As the pain grows severely on our hearts,
It was just yesterday, a joy of painful delivery and too soon it fades.
He fought to live and in vain he tried.
Days run faster in this confined space.
His eyes beams, you can tell he knows nothing of fear.
His smiles unrelenting,
We wait daily as attendants’ gives their verdicts
A sad verdict of “few days”,
You can tell from their faces
A sorrowing tale of sorry,
The innocent child is set on a long journey, the giver of life (God) knows better
To the way of all men,
He cannot cry. Oh! He will not cry.
Cause, nature did not let him taste of the woes of life
Hard to say bye to this radiant gift of life
To the innocent boy who leaves indelible marks on all attendant
Not to know Sin in sinfulness
Not to know pain in a painful word
Not to strive with men,
Not to see the ramble of disunited 'unity'
Not to walk the earth so long as to offend His maker
Too young yet a great fight before the exit.
You may have lived for few days
But this will never go away
Those who live to see it will tell the story a thousand times and more
I bid thee well my son
To the eternal home of innocent beloved of Jesus
To the place where righteous God keeps them from fear (II Samuel 12: 15-23) Luke 18: 15-16, Isaiah 65: 20, Mathew 18: 2-10, Ezekiel 37: 21-27
Take with you. Take not a few.
My Love for you my son
Comments about Waiting On An Innocent Infant by macaulay akinbami
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
A Dream Within A Dream
Edgar Allan Poe