~ In Abandon ~
In abandon, I am left
here, as up and coming
he is brought to me,
the shining Son, and
here He comes just a
running, our little boy
in pull up Pampers,and
as well just glowing like
the burning of the morning Sun, as so as well she canbe found to be as free, my
precious Wife, floating around and just a hummingwithin the kitchen, and I am
well, and sure of this, she is breakfast cooking for us again, and like the gentle
plains, are sent to rain, to move, she always does, so as to nurture us with her
love, and so now with it being the Lords day and all, today we are all going home
to see Him, and to hear what moved, our gracious Pastor, He has been
brought to say, for He too is a shining congregate in the blessing with us all,
and when I am moved myself, I look
to see our little boy wee
small in those pull up
Pampers, fold His tiny little
hands, and start to pray,
and as so, I am taken in,
by this the vision of His
pure innocence and
one, a better kind of love
brought before me now
of the true notions of His
tiny little heart, and the
sweetness of His love
for God and selfless
humility, and being
touched by this and by the
presence of God, so in
awe of Him, and being
overwhelmed by this I
begin to cry as in way I
marvel, and again, I am
left here, in abandon.
Copyright © James Long | Year Posted 2006
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