Everything created has its very own season.

Some seasons are longer than others. Why?

Only God knows the reason.

Your season was cut short for no reason at all.

But your legacy has united both big and small.

You see, I write this poem because I have a heavy heart.

Trying to understand why this happened, so this is where I start.

I asked God for an answer and He told me you too were His son,

Through you, like Jesus, His work must be done.

I never had the honor or pleasure of meeting you,

But I can tell from your family and friends to your heart you were true.

You didn’t deserve to die in such a violent way,

But so did my Lord Jesus, and still He lives today.

Just as He was sent to save the world from its sin and shame,

You life here on earth will not be in vain.

You see, your death has opened eyes that were once closed,

To the violence of bullying as well as opened doors.

Doors that leads to a bullying-free life,

So for your sweet spirit, I give thanks to my Lord Jesus Christ.

Written by Valerie Champion

Dec 2010