Taysha Brynn Fox
"Our little pink and white
July 4th, 1981 - November 11th, 1982
graceful lilies pure and white,
flower next He used --
with His magic fingers,
crowing bit of golden down
dainty little fingers dear
world and all within it
I am humbled by this experience today to speak in behalf of all of us who love Randy, Laurie, and Taysha. We as a family unitedly wish to express our thanks to Heavenly Father for their lives.
We will always remember as her Grandma Fox so lovingly called her "Our little pink and white angel delight"...the day she poured syrup all over the glass table top and sat down in it to play ... when she got the chicken pox and generously shared them with her dad - who became twice as sick as she ever was ... how she loved the babies in the ward nursery - nursery leaders loved Taysha - even though she was not 18 months, they would ask if she could come to nursery.
"I'll lend you for a little time a child of mine," He said,
For you to love the while he lives and mourn for when he's dead.
It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three,
But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for Me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you, and should his stay be brief,
You'll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief.
"I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.
I've looked the wide world over in My search for teachers true
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes I have selected you.
Now will you give him all your Love, nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate Me when I come to call to take him back again?"
I fancied that I heard them say, "Dear Lord, Thy will be done! .
For all the joy, Thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may,
And for the happiness we've known, forever grateful stay,
But should the angels call for him much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.
Children In the Resurrection
When a baby dies, it goes back into the spirit world,
and the spirit assumes its natural form as an adult, for we were all adults before we were born.
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