(Baby Sophia lies in a hospital bed in Washington tonight, fighting for her life.  Please pray with me for this precious baby girl and her family.  The roller coaster they are on is almost unbearable.  But Jesus is there…)

She lies there looking helpless

Tubes and wires everywhere

No place is left unprodded

Mom and dad are scared.

She’s faced so many obstacles

Has always faced the fight

Can she battle one more time?

Mom and dad wonder tonight.

But though they’re watching closely

There’s something they can’t see

Inside, Sophia’s smiling

A precious mystery.

Though her eyes are closed now

She can see so clearly

Jesus’ arms around her

Holding her so dearly.

She feels His lips against her head

As He rocks her in His arms

Hums to her a lullaby

Protecting her from harm.

Sweet Sophia, unafraid

Smiles with that impish grin

That says, “I love you, Jesus”

And His heart melts once again.

“Mommy and daddy are tired,” she says

“Can You tell them I’m okay?

That You are right here with me

And they don’t have to be afraid?”

Now inside that tiny room

It was Jesus’ turn to smile

Once again He stared, amazed

At the faith of this sweet child.

“I’ll give them peace, my precious girl

That they can’t comprehend

Peace that defies circumstance

And somehow knows no end.”

And though she didn’t understand

The meaning of those words

She trusted everything He said –

The voice she’d always heard.

This was not the first time

That she and Jesus talked

He’d always held her tiny hand

As on this path they walked.

“Rest now, baby,” Jesus said

And I will be right here

Holding you so very close

You never have to fear.”

Sophia smiled and drifted off

To dreamland sweet and pure

In the arms of her Creator

Arms so strong and sure.

Mom and dad looked on, so tired

But suddenly felt peace

A peace so indescribable

They both began to weep.

Jesus kept His promise

And showed them He was near

That He was holding each of them

There was no need for fear.

And now they, like Sophia, saw

That precious mystery

She was still held in the hands

That caused her life to be.

Psalm 139:13-16 – For you created my inmost being;
    you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
¹⁴ I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
    your works are wonderful,
    I know that full well.
    when I was made in the secret place,
    when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
¹⁶ Your eyes saw my unformed body;
    all the days ordained for me were written in your book
    before one of them came to be.
¹⁵ My frame was not hidden from you