Tuesday, 31 July 2012

'WHEN GOD CALLS LITTLE CHILDREN' Poem Posted for Nyasha by her Daddy Naptali


One of the hardest things for any of us is facing the loss of our closest family members and in some cases friends. Imagine the horror of discovering that the person you have been longing to see has been fatally injured. This is exactly what has happened to Naptali who recently lost his daughter Nyasha.

Thankfully most of us don’t know how we would ever deal with such a situation however the way Naptali is coping is amazing. I would like you to empathize and feel his pain whilst recognizing his incredible strength- which go hand in hand.

Naptali has recorded the Nyasha mix for his daughter (available on Soundcloud) and written a beautiful poem which will bring comfort to anyone who has suffered such an experience.

Naptali’s initial reaction:

IM SO FUCKED UP AND IN TEARS TO SAY THIS R.I.P. EMPRESS NYASHA, DADDY AND MOM MISSES YOU SO MUCH AND MANY OTHERS..... TO LET EVERYONE KNOW THAT WE LOST NYASHA IN A ACCIDENT ON HER WAY TO SEE ME HERE IN JAMAICA.... SHUTTLE CRASH ON ITS WAY FROM HOTEL AND SHE HIT HER HEAD AND WENT UNCONSCIOUS THEN LATER DIE AT HOSPITAL..!!! IM FUCKING LOST AND THINK IM GOING TO BE WITH HER SOON!! NUTTEN TO LIVE FOR ANYMORE... LIFE SUCKS FOR ME

Naptali's statement was shortly followed by posting this incredible anonymous poem which Naptali has taken and added his own verses to. What I love about this is the manner in which the poem questions the calling of children looking at God’s perspective rather than the standard perspective usually applied to this situation. ‘When God Calls Little Children’ is simply beautiful and clearly expresses great sadness, loss and a longing to be reunited. Once you have read it say a prayer for Nyasha & her Family.

"WHEN GOD CALLS LITTLE CHILDREN"

When God calls little children
to dwell with him above,
We mortals sometime question
the wisdom of his love
For no heartache compares with
the death of one small child
Who does so much to make our world,
seem wonderful and mild
Perhaps God tires of calling
the aged to his fold,
So He picks a rosebud,
before he can grow old.
God knows how much we need them,
and so he takes but a few
To make the land of Heaven
more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult still
somehow we must try,
The saddest word mankind knows will always be "Goodbye."
So when a little child departs
we who are left behind
Must realize God loves children,
Angels are hard to find.

It's hard to know just what to say,
When one so young is taken away.
Far too soon she had to part,
Her memory forever engraved in our heart.

We only knew her for a short while,
But the life she led made us smile.
She was so beautiful and oh so rare,
Life as they say just isn't fair.

Those gone before her will watch her with care,
Till the day comes when we'll all join her there.

Know Nyasha is watching from heaven above,
And with each ray of sunshine, she's sending her love.

daddy love you baby

George Naptali Rose

A big thanks to Naptali for allowing us to share his situation & this poem with a wider audience... we trust that he will continue in divine strength and receive many blessings as the future unfolds.


R.I.P. Nyasha... Love & Joy now & forever.

Jaz McKenzie

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