Mr. Jesus, Lil Bo

I sit alone in the hospital, praying for my sister.
My silent prayer: Oh, Mister,
Jesus, please help them. She's scared and doesn't know what to do,
Please, Mr. Jesus, help her through.
She's afraid she's going to lose her baby boy,
Please, Mr. Jesus, don't let her lose this joy.
Mr. Jesus, his name would be Lil Bo,
Please, Mr. Jesus, don't let him go.
Please, Mr. Jesus, bring him into this world,
Please, Mr. Jesus, let his hair be curled.
Please, Mr. Jesus, give me my nephew,
Please, Mr. Jesus, rescue.
Mr. Jesus, you kept him for yourself,
And now his memory forever lies on the shelf.
He was born and lived for several seconds,
Or at least that's what the doctor reckons.
Please, Mr. Jesus, keep our Lil Bo safe,
I know, now that he is with you, he has found his rightful place.

Dear Lil Bo,
The boy we didn't get to know.
We all love you, and wish you were here.
Lil Bo, as innocent as a deer.
We're sorry, Lil Bo, that we never got to meet,
But now you have a seat,
Up in Heaven and we know you're waiting for us,
Lil Bo, if it could get us there, we'd already be on a bus.
I love you, Lil Bo.
In my heart you shall stay,
Even if you had to go away.