SEEDED
Thank-You, for not leaving
in my despair;
Thank-You, for Your faith fullness
when I couldn’t care;
Thank-You, for proving
You really did know;
That Your Seeded Faith
only could grow.
How important for me, first
to really be...
A child of Yours,
Hand fed at Your Knee.
How could a child go
and take dominion,
when he’s not sure You’re
covering his back?
Who ever spread
the lie about this,
that You’re such a Father
as that?
Could it be,
in our foolishness,
a child sends a child
because we weren’t
provided this rest...
to sit, ‘till we knew,
most confidently,
that we have inherited
The Best?
What are we producing?
And, is it too late...
to change what we did not
anticipate?
With men, it’s impossible;
But, our Father says,
It’s never too late
for the children’s bread.
I can tell you this;
It surely is not
too late for me to see;
As, one of the things
He revealed at His Knee:
HIS FAITH IS MY LEGACY!!!
January 12th, 2005
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