Broken child look up to me.

See the tears I shed for you

in your time of ruin.



When we were seperated,

when you perspirated..

in frustration and pain.


  My beautiful creation, reach for my cloak.



I long to give you all your heart desires.

Come sit with me, let us love one another.

I am a father, like no other...


  I am God and I love you.

You are beautiful, precious and lovely.



All I ask is that you'd come and love me,

and live humbly.


  I see that you are broken and tired.

barely breathing this dark night.

Let me hold you,



come to my arms and I'll hold you right.

  Let me love you-child.

let me love you.

Come to meet with me,

come sit at my throne...


You're still my child,

even though you have grown.


And like a father

who sees his grown children,

and longs to hold them once again,



I long to hold my children,

not watch them running down dead ends.


  Let me love you little one...

Insecure and afraid..

Always remember

words spoken from a fathers heart,



you are fearfully and wonderfully made.


[This webpage was created by Kenny Mitchell and Written by Our Staff Teen Poet, Heather Vineall ®2004 by VINEALL-WebUplifterMinistries]


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