As I think of all the love I have, deep in my heart for you,
I know that this great love I feel, is felt by our God too.
This child, she meant the world to me, and now my child is gone.
I miss her touch, her love "Dear God," "How can I carry on?"
"Please let me go beyond the veil, and hold her in my arms."
Our home will never be the same, without her love and charm.
I hugged and rocked her picture, as I held it to my chest.
"Dear Lord," I cried, "I was not there as she took her one last breath."
"Is she happy God?", I asked, as I held her picture tight.
I pleaded to see her beautiful smile, as I looked out into the night.
The heavens opened up above, as I said, "Thy will be done."
The answer came so quickly, as He said, "Something good will come."
I'm thankful for a Father's love, that's been here through it all.
I could not have done it on my own, for alone I'd surely fall.
I have a living testimony, of how it must have been.
For God to send His own son, to suffer for our sins.
The promise Jesus made to us, as His mission was to end.
"The Comforter I'll send," He said, "Please let Him be your Friend."
"He'll help you along life's journey, until your journey ends.
Then soon we'll be together, never to part again."
I know and love my Savior, as I never have before.
I understand my Father's love, and will forever more.
I've felt the pain that was God's to bear, as He sent His son to earth.
How could they kill the King of Kings, the One of Royal Birth.
God took you home, my sweet Michelle, to live above the clouds.
He must have missed you, my little one, the way I miss you now.
Written by Catherine Sutton
Mother of Michelle Lynn Sutton
