By Darlene Suter
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Where are you going O daughter, O son of mine?
It seems you are in such a hurry to see the world
I wonder if you asked me or are even inclined to hear what I have to say.
Your legs run swiftly from here to there in search of my approval
By working one ministry and then several others you think I will graciously marvel
Yet I wonder do you know or are you even aware that I miss the time we would just sit and talk?
Does your heart long for the days like my heart longs in so many ways for the simplicity of your walk?
There was a time with child like faith you would snuggle up close to my chest
And there in the midst of storms and fear - upon my lap you would find rest
There was no great ministry - no fame or fortune to behold- no great titles behind or before your name
But only the purity and innocence of our relationship -- tell me child is it not you who has changed?
If you change the world but compromise your time with me-- if you move mountains to the sea
If you heal the sick yet forget who I AM-- do you think this is your destiny?
What you DO is not my greatest concern- for that does not define who you are
It is being my child and with that being content not desiring to be a "star"
For when I look at you I want you to know I see you washed in the blood of my Son
So those things that you "do" don't allow them to validate you-
For redemption has already been won.
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