The moment you were born,
when I heard your first cry
so very helpless and worn,
My arms drew you nigh.
Quickly, you began to grow.
Waiting for you to call My name.
Simple lessons I began to show,
not of glory, not of fame.
As your knowledge did increase,
your ears were open to My words.
Listening, they brought you peace,
as sung by the songs of birds.
The long awaited day,
your limbs they reached toward Me.
Finally, the words you say,
such as the ones like, Daddy.
As you began to crawl,
slowly beginning to walk,
foolishness began to brawl
and ability to talk.
Times in which you stumbled,
running on without Me,
I saw that you were humbled
and then you said "I'm sorry".
Often making a bad choice,
payed no attention to the
fact I never raised My voice
yet Justice still flowed through Me.
Watching patiently, I stood.
It broke My heart to see you.
Seemingly you never would,
My words your mind to get through.
And you, I, longed to embrace,
also to whisper in your ear
and wipe the tears off your face,
in My arms, no need to fear.
On and on, for many years
it was a vicious cycle.
Beyond the painful shed tears,
why ever did you trifle?
My teaching, though it never fade,
running in My arms and out.
Of trifling, My Son, He paid,
you learned what life was about.
With your final breath you drew
Freedom, Mercy, and My Grace.
Of who I AM, you did pursue,
I let you at your chosen pace.
Now walk upon the streets of gold,
My Grace, that you did borrow.
Understanding mysteries untold,
discarding bitterness and sorrow.
In My presence physically,
My Glory, it does shine.
No longer temporarily,
Forever, your hand in Mine.
-danek
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