Poem by J. C. Brumfield — A Baby's Secret

I’m just a little feller

Who didn’t make it there;

I went straight to be with Jesus

   But I’m waiting for you here.

Don’t you fret about me Mommy,

I’m of all God’s lambs most blest;

I’d have loved to stay there with you,

   But the Shepherd knows what’s best.

Many dwelling here where I live,

Waited years to enter in,

Struggled through a world of sorrow

   And their lives were marred with sin.

So sweet Mommy don’t you sorrow,

Wipe those tears and chase the gloom,

I went straight to Jesus’ bosom

   From my lovely mother’s womb.

Thank you for the life you gave me.

It was brief, but don’t complain;

I have all of heaven’s glory

   Suffered none of earthling’s pain

Thank you for the name you gave me

I’d have loved to brought it fame;

But if I’d lingered in earth’s shadows

   Might instead have bro’t it shame

Daddy gave me something for you,

It’s our secret, Mommy dear.

Pressed it tight against my forehead,

   Whispered in my tiny ear.

I’ll be waiting for you, Mommy ----

You and Daddy, Bud and Sis.

I’ll be with you then forever ----

   Then I’ll give you Daddy’s kiss.

                        J. C. Brumfield