I walked four months with Ella
Barely knowing she was there,
And now, although she’s gone,
She travels with me everywhere.
I knew that she would change me,
But I had no way of knowing
She could break my heart and fill it
Even as she was going.
My broken heart cried out for help.
The answer came from above:
“Ella’s life and death will grow
Redemption, hope, and love.”
Though I’ll never see her take a step
Or utter her first word,
Her purpose isn’t finished yet,
Her song is still to be heard.
I’ll walk with Ella always,
Carrying her song,
And those for redemption, love, and hope
May walk and sing along.