I remember hearing “the baby” share
the Love of Jesus with the boy from down the road.
I remember listening as that boy himself
received the Love of Jesus readily.
I remember hearing the news
that this boy from down the road
had died. So suddenly, with such finality.
No more chances to hear of such great Love.
Yet, now he knew this great love personally.
I remember sadness that the boy was taken early.
I remember relief as I realized “the baby” had shared His Jesus in just the right time.
I remember awe, of such love
in the heart of “the baby”, Davey.