While I'm thinking and blogging about songs, I couldn't resist sharing the one that is my special song for my little Jacob. It's a dear little song written by Deanna Edwards, entitled, "Two Little Shoes". In my years of longing for a baby boy, I envisioned myself singing it someday if we ever got so lucky (and we finally did). I remember the sweet smile on Jacob's face the first time I sang it to him during our "tuck in" time:
They are all scuffed and worn from adventures that only a child understands;
The laces, once broken, are mended; tied in knots by a boy's tiny hands.
When his two chubby arms come around me in a hug I can never refuse,
I think all the wonders of Heaven are tucked in these two little shoes.
And each night I kneel; my heart sings a prayer:
"Thanks, Dear God, for one little boy, and two little shoes on the stair."
When I think of the harsh words I've spoken when those shoes scattered mud on the floor,
I know that my heart would be broken if someday they weren't there anymore.
I see them at night, where you left them on your way to a dream coming true.
My heart fills with love overflowing when I look at those two little shoes.
And each night I kneel; my heart sings a prayer:
"Thanks, Dear God, for one little boy, and two little shoes on the stair."
...Thanks, Dear God, for one little boy (named Jacob...and his daddy, and his baby sister)...
They are all scuffed and worn from adventures that only a child understands;
The laces, once broken, are mended; tied in knots by a boy's tiny hands.
When his two chubby arms come around me in a hug I can never refuse,
I think all the wonders of Heaven are tucked in these two little shoes.
And each night I kneel; my heart sings a prayer:
"Thanks, Dear God, for one little boy, and two little shoes on the stair."
When I think of the harsh words I've spoken when those shoes scattered mud on the floor,
I know that my heart would be broken if someday they weren't there anymore.
I see them at night, where you left them on your way to a dream coming true.
My heart fills with love overflowing when I look at those two little shoes.
And each night I kneel; my heart sings a prayer:
"Thanks, Dear God, for one little boy, and two little shoes on the stair."
...Thanks, Dear God, for one little boy (named Jacob...and his daddy, and his baby sister)...
1 comment:
This song has haunted me since my boy died. I told him a million times not to leave his track shoes at the top of the stairs. Then I came home one day, there they were, and he had died a few hours before. He was 15.
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