he turns and looks into my eyes.
He reaches for me, seeking comfort and peace,
in a world where confusion does lie.
I have this one child who longs for my time,
she waits with eager young feet.
She watches my moves and repeats all my words,
with the hopes of being like me.
I have this one child who asks me to heal
his aching wounds from the day.
He waits for my kiss--my prayers filled with love--
as fireflies start lighting the way.
May I be that child looking up to the One
who sees and comforts and mends;
He alone knows it all from beginning to end;
New life He alone does give.
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