I’ve come to the point
In my mindful existence
Where I feel totally alone.
He’s waiting and watching
But can’t lend a hand.
He insists I do this on my own.
He’s given me pointers
For the last several years.
He’s opened and closed doors for me.
I’ve practiced and listened
And watched as He proves
That this is who I’m s’posed to be.
Now it’s my turn to run
And yes, I am worried
Safety seems so far away.
I’m out there exposed
To all friends and foes.
WHY must I do this TODAY?
My Savior, He loves me
I know that He does
And He will until I am old.
His comfort I breathe in
And protection I feel
I just have to grasp it, and hold.
My choice has been made
He is for me.
So why, you may ask, do I worry?
TODAY is the day
It’s the start of the race
And NOW He says, “Don’t Hurry”?
The sweet little newborn
I hold in my hands
Will be given a dream of his own.
It is my job to teach him
Along with his dad
That the future holds promise or woe.
There will come a day
When the sky turns to gray
You’ll wonder which way you should turn.
I’ll give you my hand and love will display
You are now ready to learn.
I’ll tell you about the love I was given
And list for you all of the choices.
My triumphs and heartaches,
I’ll share with much zeal
Use them, no need for hushed voices.
Ultimately, it’s you who must choose.
I can only urge you to think
How many times, when offered the cup
You’ve been inclined to drink.
For now though, my sweet one
Just keep right on dreaming.
Life’s pleading and prodding at bay.
You can relax, your parents are list’ning
For His voice to show you the way.
This is a very lovely piece of work. Our precious children are truly a blessing
from the Lord, and we must nurture them and lead to the Lord. This is a wonderful share. God bless.
