I'm not a poet or even remotely close to one, but these words came to me as I thought of the death of my ten year old cousin. He died this morning from cerebral malaria. His family are missionaries in Benin, Africa. I didn't know Christopher very well. He was my second cousin, but I know his parents and many of his aunts and uncles and my heart goes out to them. May God hold you in His arms and may we all someday see the beauty in the masterpiece He is painting in our lives.
The Great Masterpiece
Ten years old when God called him home
Just a boy on the African plains
We're left here below and we struggle to see
How this could be part of the great Masterpiece
It feels like we're caught up in something unreal
Like we'll wake up and find it's all just a dream
Our hearts cry out as we struggle to see
How this could be part of the great Masterpiece
Friends and Family so far away
But they gather around the great Throne of Grace
And their hearts cry out with all of the saints
As they struggle to see
How this could be part of the great Masterpiece
Someday we'll stand before the Throne
When we have finally made it home
And then we'll see our Savior's face
And know that this was by His grace
At last we'll see the beauty found
In the Savior's Masterpiece