Sweet Becca Bun, precious little one
your suffering on earth is done.
You have fought the good fight and run the final race.
Forever you will be your parent’s trophy of God’s grace.

So precious
So tiny
So tender
So sweet
Now you sit at Jesus feet.

Giggling
Crawling
Squealing with delight.
Perfect
Whole
Your eyes full of sight.

We are hurting and don’t understand,
Yet we know this has come from the Father’s loving hand.
As much as we love you,
He loves you more.
You are His and were only on loan.
Now you wear your crown
and sit at his throne.

His Love
His Strength
His Mercy
His Grace
Will get us through until we again see your face.

In that day sweet Becca Bun, precious little one
We will see you whole
Perfect
Complete
and we will all worship together at Jesus’ feet.

I can see now the line as far as the eye can see,
people wanting to share their story.
The story of how one precious baby played such a part
in helping them to give Jesus their heart.
Little one, your life was not in vain.
The suffering, the sorrow, the pain,
all had a purpose you see,
Yes God used your little life mightily.

We are grieving, it hurts so much.
Yet we rejoice because you have been healed by the Master’s touch.
This isn’t the outcome we desired by far,
Yet we rejoice little one because we know exactly where you are
In the palm of His hand, bouncing on His knee.

We know this is not goodbye Becca Bun,
Your life is not over,
For it has just Begun.

~ Kelly ("mom2rebels")