My Son

To win approval

To be esteemed

The little boy

In you needs that

so much

But Jesus has said that

you are accepted in the Beloved

Fear not, little one

More than catch and ball

or fishing

You needed the attention

the bonding

Look closely at

His scarred hands

Your name is inscribed inside….

See

Climb into Papa’s lap

Little Him hold you close

Hear His heart beat

 He will speak all the words

Your dad never could

because He had never

heard them spoken before

O’ how He loves you

He longs to free you from

Every fear

To kiss every spiritual boo-boo

He wants you to rest

between His shoulders

O’ How He loves you

“When you took your first breaths

in this realm’s  cool morning air

so different from heaven’s

I held my breath

My son, I have captured

every tear in my  bottle

In every one of your days

I have written them all

In my book

At night, I watched you sleep

Memorized every angle of  your face

I counted every hair on your head

You are that dear to me

I give my angels charge of you

To guard and protect you

Even while you ran from me

I walked the dusty road

Looking every day for your return

O’ how I love you, my son

From the cradle to the grave

I will Be, here

The one who holds

Your hand as you graduate

from earth to heaven”

                                                                                                                  - Daddy God