Day 175
I opened the floodgates
Tear rivers flowed
Tears of deep sadness
and turbulent woes
Tears of so wishing
for things I have not
To give to my children
to keep them from want
I know what's important
I know what will burn
but I so want my children
to have their own turn
He whispers my name
He has me to look
at all of the hurt
in his loving book
The faces look up
as I turn the page
the shunned, the tormented
the sexually shamed
They all have their names
He knows them each one
Not one of them would he
ever call "bum"
He whispers again
and asks me to look
again at my children
in his loving book
Their smiles, their contentment
at what life has given
their joys their excitement
their knowledge of heaven
All six of them given
more than their share
Snuggles till midnight
so they would care
Care for the hurting
Care for the lost
Care for the hungry
on account of the cross
Summer homes and vacations
never more than enough
Their wealth is their Savior
His love is their "stuff"
GURRLLL stop, I'm teary eyed! Whew! I totally get this feeling, but I look at some of the most amazing families I know (one with eight kiddos, one of them with intense special needs, who live in a small three bedroom Cape Cod FILLED with love), and just desire what THEY have. Forget the fancy, I'll take the forgiven. ;-)
ReplyDeleteOh yes! This family sounds so dear. I am becoming increasingly uncomfortable here and yet bound by a love for the dying! Thank you Angel! I love your responses!
DeleteHis wealth and way the very best of gifts. Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteI love how you reply to me Trinity like. :) Thank you, it means the world to me, your replies.
DeleteHis wealth and way the very best of gifts. Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteHis wealth and way the very best of gifts. Beautifully written.
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