My Broken Vessel

My Broken Vessel

Our baby boy, so sweet

we were waiting to meet.

A brother eager to play,

with a new bundle named Clay.

When on a Sunday afternoon,

it suddenly seemed much too soon.

The baby quickly ripped away,

an emergency is what they say.

I cried to God, prayed to him with much fear,

please, Lord, this baby is so very dear.

Mother and child, both seemed in danger,

could we remember, the love found in the manger?

It all happened so fast,

yet the mold had long ago been cast.

Time to finish the knitting in my womb,

this new life assured from an empty tomb.

When your lung tore open wide,

they said that you could not survive.

Even before the physical touch of our love,

your breath, freed from confinement

was wrought with excruciating pain.

You were cradled by the wings of a dove,

took flight to be with angels above.

He carried you securely through tears

that fell like rain,

The will to live, to all of us, God above did give.

You are a child of God, molded by the Potter's hands. A miracle you are, our angel sent from up above, to teach us His unconditional love.

Your body still is broken and bent,

yet there is good reason that you were sent.

A shattered vessel perhaps to some,

yet you are the Potter's perfect one.

You have shown us all so much,

by always resisting Satan's clutch.

Even when the chips seem down,

your face never wears the hint of a frown.

You have waited so long, to God you MOST belong,

mount up your wings and fly, keep us all aiming high.

You have taught us how to trust,

even ashes to dust.

Let your light so brightly shine,

you are God's gift of mine.

You have already traveled a very long and dusty road,

and we have tried to feel the burden of your heavy load.

Yet always in that incredible smile we can see,

that life forever has been granted to you and to me.

Those trips when Heaven called you back, and held you,

oh so close,

it is Jesus you always managed to show us, that you

remember most.

So many times you would briefly leave to make a visit there,

it was Christ who kissed your head so soft,

so blonde and so fair.

In your brightly shining eyes, it is Jesus we can see;

so lovely and so pure.

These are the things, we are all so certain,

we can be wonderfully sure.

Jesus with the children, all looking upon His welcoming,

most radiant face,

Cradled you against His chest, warming you in splendid

and peaceful embrace.

He lives forever in your heart, in that most special place,

the glow of your spirit is our constant reminder of

His grace.

The love you give away to those who cross your path,

can help prevent the deep, dark fall into the

Devil's wrath.

It is you, our special angel sent from up above,

you are the reason we can feel so much of His love.

You have lived in God's most beautiful space,

it is written well all over your face;

the Devil in you simply can't find trace,

you are so strongly held in place,

within the loving arms of such amazing grace.

You are a child of God, molded by the Potter's hands. A miracle you are, our angel sent from up above, to teach us His unconditional love.

You have waited on our Lord,

with quiet dignity and endless faith,

In His arms you have shown to us,

we are all kept warm and safe.

As our future continues to unfold,

God will forever steady the mold,

A beautiful vessel made out of clay,

before we ever met you that first day.

He refines you more each and every way,

even in the ways that you have learned to play.

Our lives ahead look bright,

shining in God's pure light.

More miracles will truly come,

proof that we have a Holy home.

No more broken we will be,

we will all be perfect, in God's majesty.

Turn around all words of doubt,

non believers someday to Him, will shout!

Thank you for the love you have shown,

You have given us the greatest joy ever known!

We are all children of God, molded by the Potter's mighty hands. Keep sending angels from above, to teach us how to love. Show us how to care, teach us how to share, and help us all be vessels of your unconditional love.

Help us find in broken vessels,

more miracles sent from above,

Help us find in broken vessels,

the truth of Heaven and Eternal Love!

Clay Falls, you are a child of God, molded by the Potter's hands. You are a miracle of love, our very own angel mended and sent from up above. You have given us so very much: the capacity to give and to receive His unconditional love and such.

Written about my third special angel,

Clayton Alexander Falls, Sunday, May 19, 1985 in Boulder, Colorado

Taylor Monts Falls, Thursday, May 21, 1981 in Tulsa, Oklahoma;

bore witness with a tiny footprint before blossoming wings to stay a true angel above

Brandon Montgomery Falls, Sunday, March 7, 1982 in Tulsa, Oklahoma;

another angel who managed to stay earthbound, strong in faith and love

Written with much love, hugs, and more, I am proud to be your mom.

Annette Monts Falls

August 2, 2002