The hope your brought, yet unborn,
In the joy of anticipation,
In that hidden place, being formed,
Bringing Joy of a new creation.
Oh Carolyn
Remind us again.
Carolyn,
Of the Joy of when,
We were made new,
Just like you.
Listen now to the voice that formed you,
Learn to recognize it well.
In this world of half-truths and lies
He whispers of the only love so real.
Oh Carolyn,
Listen to Him.
Carolyn,
Your Joy will shine when,
He makes you new again.
__________________
A poem from a much younger me...24 years ago, when my first niece was born. She is now a bit older than I was when I wrote this for her. It struck me as I reread the thing, how innocent, and wide eyed I was...not much less so than my new born niece.
No comments:
Post a Comment