He Was There All the Time
When young in first grade I heard a thing new,
a prayer to a person, called "Father," up in the blue.
I couldn't wait to see Him there in plain view,
Perhaps between the clouds peeking through.
Going home from school on each good day,
I'd run in a field to search, not to play.
To sit on a rock, with my eyes upward they-
would try to look behind the clouds and I'd pray.
I never found the "Father" He wasn't there.
Later learned He had a Son with Him, but where
The clouds moved on- way up in the air.
I had to change schools and He never was there.
Years later, in the exact spot where I lifted my face,
A Hospice building to serve others, God did place.
My son and my daughter had the option by grace
to be helped by the staff in that life giving space.
One morning upon waking, first thought of mine
was the Father, "He Was there all the time."
In His Love and Mercy for He had planned in sublime
to show me .."He WAS there all the time."
Thank you Jesus. Praise the Lord!
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