A Tribute to My Grandson

Our grandson will turn eight months old this weekend. It seems as though only yesterday I was introduced to his red, wrinkled face and newborn wail. As he slept today and I marveled at the gift he has been to our family, I penned these words.

His Handiwork

You sleep, peaceful and innocent.

Hairs placed perfectly by His hand.

Big, brown eyes, sculpted by your Savior.

Angelic cherub lips molded by your Maker.

You rest, comforted by His touch through me.

Breathing breaths, gifts from the Almighty.

Thinking thoughts imparted through His Spirit.

His creation, I stand guard over.

He is my grandson.

He is Your creation.