My Little Cherub

I wrote this poem in memory of my mother. There’s an explanation at the end.

You are my little cherub, to kiss and hug so tight

We’ll say our prayers and then, I’ll tuck you in at night.

Throughout your years of growing

My little cherub you will be

An angel sent from heaven. God only loaned you to me,

To rock, and hold, and love, and guide you on your way

Little Cherub, you’re a blessing; in my heart is where you’ll stay.

The cherubim in heaven surround God’s holy throne

Angels of protection, they sing a holy song~

You were chosen by the Father to be my cherub here…

Singing songs of Jesus draws the angels near.

When you’re tired and lonely and I’m not around to see~

Sing Holy, holy, holy, around God’s throne you’ll be~

Joined by seraphim and cherubim a choir of jubilee…

Take heart little cherub sing a song for me…

Your journey will be long….

Be Strong~

Little cherub, heaven’s where you belong.

But before you leave your mission, of interceding on man’s behalf

Remember little cherub to sing and dance and laugh~

You are my little cherub; I cherish you with all my heart~

You have a story to live and share even though, I won’t, be there.

Your journey will be grand…

I’ve given you wings to soar, you’ll testify too, that on the solid rock you stand, anointed by the Holy Ghost, hold onto the Master’s hand…

He’ll lead you where you are needed most…

And when all is said and done…

Heaven’s gates will open wide

Welcome home, come on inside…

Little cherub you are mine…

I watch you sleep, sweet darl’n dear, I whisper a tender prayer…

Keep her Jesus, all of her days, to know it’s in your time,

That cherub’s come to sing and bring, praises, to the King of kings.

Let her live all of her days, to give you, holy praise!

Then in your time, Jesus, bring her to the throne.

Knowing that for all eternity, heaven is her home.

~Marla Shaw O’Neill December 30, 2017

Edited January 26, 2022

A few days ago, as I was reading, I came across some information regarding cherubim, angels of God. I remembered that when I was a little girl my mom would call me, her little cherub. I had not thought about that in many years. But remembering it brought tears to my eyes. The endearing name, cherub, took on a whole new meaning for me.

I did a little research, and this is something I found.

In the Book of Enoch, the cherubim, seraphim, and ophannim (wheels), and all the angels of power constitute the “host of God,” the guardians of His throne, the singers of praise ascribing blessedness to “the Lord of Spirits,” with the archangel Gabriel at their head (see Isaiah 61:10;). And so, in the Jewish daily liturgy the seraphim, ophannim, and “living creatures” constitute the heavenly choir who, the elect ministers of the Living God, ready to do the will of their maker with trembling, intone in sweet harmony the Thrice-holy. In the Talmud, the cherubim are represented as having the likeness of youths.

From what I read and there is so much to read, these cherubim and seraphim are powerful and very important to God and his purposes. Our minds can hardly comprehend all that God is. All I know is I’m glad he knows me, and I know him, and I am one of his children. Amen!