Sweet, Precious Zoe

Please pray for Greg, Jen and the Batiansila’s. Sometime in the night God called home their daughter Zoe.

This is a poem I wrote for Gods newest most precious angel.


While our broken world lay sleeping, the angels gathered round,
Around a tiny little angels bed, yet they did not make a sound.
Patiently they waited for Him to send the word,
To bring home His precious little one away from this worlds hurt.
And somewhere in the quiet came a whisper in the wind,
"now’s the time, she’s fought her fight, its time for her to LIVE."
On angels wings they carried her up to Gods great throne
In his arms at last He whispers, My Zoe welcome home.


I cannot imagine the pain Jen and Greg must feel. Please pray. Pray for the other children. Aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, and all of those who Zoe touched in her much too short time on this earth.

To Zoe. The fighter. You taught me so much. For your life I am thankful. Rest in His arms, sweet precious Zoe.