~ 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 © | Year Posted 2006

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