TITLE: My Daughters Hand 3-3-15 By Terry Palmer 03/03/15 |
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My Daughters Hand
My daughters hand,
Held so tight in infancy.
What is her delight? What will she be?
Will she grow up to be a warrior for Christ?
Will she be a caregiver, humble and nice?
As I tremble to hold her tiny features,
I wonder if she will be one of God’s special creatures.
Able to deny darkness in the power of His Light,
Able to lead others out of a desperate plight.
But oh, and oh, will I be equal to the task,
Be ready with the right answer when she is able to ask?
Will I know when to hold her when the storm is nigh,
Just to feel her soft snuggle and contented sigh…
For you see… I will need her as much as she needs me.
Need her to charge across the floor – to me,
As I open up the door – to see,
Those bright eyes and dribbled chin,
Look up at me with her contagious grin…
I know that I’ll teach her by chapter and verse,
Words from the Bible while she plays nurse.
We’ll sing that cute little Bible song,
That kids sing over and over all the day long.
For that song will tell her about Jesus the King,
Of love, and hope, for eternity as the angels will sing,
On that blessed day that she accepts Him as Lord,
With her Bible in hand as a mighty sword.
I’ll cry then… As I do now and then,
Placing her tiny fingers into His hand for when…
Comes that moment as she makes her own stand,
And Christ reaches down to touch… Her tiny hand.
In Imagery by Terry Palmer
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