AS A CHILD

Subject: AS A CHILD Tue Aug 18, 2015 2:50 pm

AS A CHILD

As a child,
I could never understand
why love must
sometimes reprimand.

Because of the importance
of the lesson to learn,
my father's voice
was sometimes stern.

I didn't know
that truth, you see,
most often hurts
while setting you free.

Then came a day
on which I cried,
for on that day
my father died.

I cried my tears
and carried on,
thought part of me
was forever gone.

I had no father
after that day
to love my pain
and hurt away.

I had no father
to dry my tears;
I had no father
to calm my fears.

I had nowhere
to run and hide
when the outside world
wounded my pride.

Tossed to and fro
by life's stormy waves,
fatherless children
are pawns and slaves.

Victims all,
defenseless, alone,
with no one to champion,
affirm or condone..

The world had wooed,
taunted and teased, and
finally, had brought me
to my knees.

But then, one day,
by His Saving Grace,
I sought and found my
Heavenly Father's face.

  He said, "What you've lost
I'll soon restore,
and, as My Child,
I promise you more.

"Never again
will you be alone,
until the day
when I call you home.

"I'll hold your hand
and dry your tears;
I'll soothe your hurts
and calm your fears.”

Now, once again,
there is someone dear
to stroke my heart
and hold me near.

  Now, as God's child,
I still confront walls
and still am subject
to stumble and fall.

But when I perceive
that I've suffered loss,
I bring my failings
to the foot of the cross.

I then walk away
and leave them there,
for He died to absorb
my every care.

Now, once again,
I need never be alone
for I'm always welcome
at My Father's throne.

And never more
will I wander or roam;
for like the prodigal son,
I, too, am home.

And though I may live
for a long, long while,
I must always approach God
as a little child.

For a child is dependent
for support and care;
a child follows his father
everywhere.

So trust the Father
in all you do;
trust Him until
with this life you're through.

Trust that one day
He'll make all things new
and you'll hear Him say,
"I've been waiting for you!"

by Sylvia Negron