Micah
a poem by Janet Mease


My life is not a tragedy

Or some horrible mistake.

It has been preplanned by God

For His Own Holy sake.


He made me for a reason

Human eyes cannot always see.

He planned my life in detail

He knows my destiny.


Though it's been a few short days

That this earth has been my home

My ears have heard my name many thousand times

Brought before God's precious throne.


And though my tiny lips

Have never spoken a word out loud

My life, it speaks in volumes

About the love I've found.


You know the mother God's given

Who's as dear as she can be.

Who tenderly caresses my cheek

As she softly sings to me.


You also know my father

That God designed for me

And you have seen him brag

Bringing pictures for you to see.


You know my sisters and my brother,

Who fight to have me on their lap.

Who would rather have me play with them

Instead of take my nap.


You saw how my grandpas and grandmas

Aunts and uncles arrived for my birth

And now how they surround me again

Letting you know just how much I'm worth.


And though my tiny feet

Have never taken a step.

I will walk through this life's journey

While in God's arms I'm kept.


My eyes are still quite dim

And yet I see God's face

I see it through your acts of love

As servants of His grace.


I see how I'm surrounded

By my Christian family

How you hold me in your prayers

And treat me tenderly.


And though my tiny hands

May not grasp hold of things too tight

I still can grasp that I am loved

And in God's hands, I'll be alright.


Don't call my life a tragedy

Or some mistake of man.

I am here on earth for a purpose

I will fulfill God's plan.