Ode to Larson

I have wanted to share this amazing poem that a friend wrote for us from church. I know he would never want the recognition, but he has ministered to Steve and I so much during this difficult time. Besides this poem he sent us letters that will be forever treasured.

A pulpit was your mommy's arms
Your voice your daddy's tears
You told things well no man could tell
Who'd lived a thousand years

You taught us how each day to seize
Who live upon this earth
That life so smeared with many tears
Excels the one of mirth

You showed us mightier lessons still
Great things in pack'ges small
That God can use an infants coos
To sanctify us all

You proved that strength through weakness comes
More frailties more our grace
The man who plods each day with God
Alone concludes the race

Your life reminded us of Christ
Like you cut short in grief
Both taught that man in his brief span
Can show us God's relief

Now come the strong with learning deep
Who've preached for many days
But they shall fail and efforts pale
Against your simple ways

He lived with us but for a day
A man from God was he
And though he's gone he preaches on
Throughout eternity.


How honored I am to be called Larsons mommy. He will always be a special treasure to us. I long for the day to see him again. Until then, we hope he will continue to remind us of Christ and all He has done for us.