Grow Me

My infantile eye left me crying in my spiritual cradle. I was a baby in desperate need of the divine hand and a nutritious ladle. With divine guidance and nutrition, I started to grow. My legs got stronger, and I started walking. Then I started to know. But somewhere, somewhere during my maturation, I walked away because I thought I was grown. I felt I could go it alone, do it all by myself, all on my own. Soon during my sole walk, I found myself constantly tripping, slipping, and falling. With so many bumps, cuts, scrapes, and bruises, my legs grew weary, and soon I was back to crawling. An aimless, petulant child crying out for help, But oh, when "Jesus Wept." The bumps, cuts, scrapes, and bruises did not cease. But somehow, somewhere through the pain and toil, I felt a sense of peace. Grow me through the pain, oh Lord, mature me. Prepare me to walk upright, strong, and free.