Truth of Being Born

The day he was born was with excitement and fear, Of what could become of those held so dear. The first time we held him and looked in his face, It was to see a glimmer of Gods True Holy Grace. A hand so small touched deeply into our soul, As it wrapped around a finger in a movement small. We checked every part and in their perfection found bliss. As in our hands we now held what was part her and part his. The exquisitely peaceful face beckoned us close, For nowhere else is pure innocence found in such repose. As wee little eyes opened to momentarily stare, We knew this was God’s gift given unto our care. A smile was enough to encircle our heart, As we vowed to protect him and never be apart. He yawned and wiggled and fell back to sleep, As we were made in his glory almost to weep. We were once like this child so innocent and pure, And our family held us like this you can be sure. Growing up we slowly pull away while exploring the world, Demanding every thing as the world is unfurled. How could we have come so far from God’s Grace? How could we have gone so far in the daily race? This little gift of life pulls us back together again, Binding us tightly as no one else can my friend. Look to your parents and give them a hug, Then nurture this gift from God’s love above.