"You are Good"

"Way wit me Mommy!"

After just laying down in bed, I slowly stand up, stifling a groan.  

Although I can't see him, I can tell that his pacifier is in his mouth and tears are running down his cheeks. 

He cries out again, "Way wit me Mommy!"

I walk down the hallway, trying my best not to roll my eyes.

Yawning, I open his door.

I am so tired. 

"Mommy? Come way wit me...peas." 

I walk over to his bed, exhausted. 

I lay down beside him...

and soon, I feel his little hand on my arm. 

I turn on my side and begin wiping the tears from his face.

He is so quiet.

I whisper, "are you ok?"

He whispers back, "yeah, I'm ok."

"Do you want me to sing you a song?" I softly ask.

"Yeah" he whispers in response.

"What song do you want me to sing?" I ask again.

"Sing Daddy Michael song" he gently says. 

I smile, grab his hand, and softly begin singing one of his favorite songs...

You put a song in my heart, 

to sing of your grace,

that my precious groom's blood,

has my sin erased.

I hear him humming along and soon, as best he can, he joins me on the next verse...

You have healed every scar,

but left them to speak,

of your wondrous love, 

and strength for the weak.

As we start in on the chorus, he gets louder, trying his hardest to sing all the words...

You heal,

You redeem,

by the power of your blood,

Praise my God, 

Praise my Savior,

for your sake,

You are good...

We continue singing and then together, we end the song...

For your sake...

You are good.

I swallow the lump in my throat and smile again as I kiss his forehead. My heart is full.

These moments, these precious moments...they take my breath away.

HE is so faithful.  

I stay there beside him and soon, I hear his shallow, even breaths.

Gently, I peel his tiny fingers off my arm and quietly stand up.

Before I walk out, I pull the covers up around him.  

I close his door, and as I head to my room, I am overcome by gratitude. 

When days are long, when days are hard...HE is good.

When exhaustion overtakes us, when the future seems uncertain...we can still sing. 

At sunset...

At sunrise...

When the clouds roll in and the storms come...

When they roll back out and the winds cease.

We can still sing...even in the pain.

We can continue to dance...even in the rain.

You heal,
You redeem,
by the power of your blood,
Praise my God, 
Praise my Savior,
for your sake,
You are good. 

Lyrics written by Michael Piatt in 2009 (two and a half years after he was first diagnosed with brain cancer)