(Psalm 18:4-24)
October 14, 2009
What happened to your heart
when your baby (insert name here)
got sick and cried all night,
unable to tell you what was wrong?
How did you feel
when your child (__________)
bruised their knee or
scraped their elbow,
and came running to you crying?
Where did your mind go
when that bully,
where-are-his-parents, brat pushed
your boy (__________)
on the playground?
Why did you think
what you thought
when that no good,
holding-my-tongue, boy broke
your daughter’s (__________) heart.
Stir up and recall the feelings you get
when you see the faces on the posters
at WalMart, when you hear an Amber alert.
They all have names.
Arouse and remember the emotions that arise
while watching crime drama or the news on TV
about child abductions and pedophiles and
oh, what you would do if you had five minutes alone with them.
Whose face
do you see
at the mention of
infant mortality,
diseased babies,
beaten and abused children,
child porn,
children used as drug mules,
“adoption” slavery,
my God, how could this be,
this is the twenty-first century?
God knows their names.
You (__________)
are His children.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Do Not Deal Harshly With My Tender Lambs
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