A Child of God
A young boy lived in an old orphanage in North Carolina.
He ran away to find something better than a lonely building.
From the tallest hill to the lowest grounds he search and search.
Wondering from place to place he could not find where he belonged.
He tried selling newspaper on the street, shined shoes for a dime.
Preformed country music with he’s old guitar and even joined a circus in town.
Many months have past and still nothing could fill in what was missing.
The young boy was too stubborn to give up; he tried once more at this factory.
After along day of hard work he knew this wasn’t it.
He felt hopeless and defeated by the world.
If only he find something that could make his spirit be full.
Deep down inside his heart cried out to the dark blue sky.
He hands fell to the cold ground and hot tears ran down on his face.
The winds started to grow heavy with rain coming down.
Darkness covered the whole sky like a black sheet.
He struggled to walk through the winding trees.
Everything that had owned was blown away by the firing wind.
Stumbling at every move did not make him stop going.
His legs became bruised by the rigid rocks.
Roaring winds blew at him like giant waves.
A small light from afar was glowing on a hill.
He pushed the thorn branches to make his way through.
Moving closer to the light he fall to the ground and began crawl.
Slowly he got up and was looking at wooden building with painted windows.
He opened the doors and found a burning candle sitting on a table.
Above the table was a cross held up high on the wall.
Walking up with amazement because everything had became quite inside.
Everything had become still and all the rain had stopped.
A loud voice called on him and told him not to be afraid.
The young boy fell to his busied knees with his cut hands on the floor.
He began to cry in pain of his throbbing body.
The voice called on him again and healed the young boy.
In astonishment the young boy looked up at the cross.
He asked the voice who he was, then a bright light came over.
I am God the creator of all things and you are my child.
The young boy smiled with tears in his eyes.
Love filled his heart with joy for this is where he belonged.
A child of God is how he lived for the rest of his life.
Copyright © Ashley Cambanis | Year Posted 2007
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