. . . MATTIE STEPANEK . . .

Bless the child of innocence,
With soul as old as time;
Bless the child with wisdom pure,
With gift of words divine.

Bless the child who now is gone,
Where saints and angels trod;
Whose hand reached out in wonderment,
And touched the face of God.

Bless the child who now is whole,
Unburdened from frailty's snare,
And bless the child who touched our lives,
With beauty beyond compare.

Allison Chambers Coxsey
©2004