Walking with Our Heavenly Father

This Christian poem compares our spiritual walk through our life as a child of God, to a physical walk of a child with a father. Beverley Joy

AUDIO – Walking with Our Heavenly Father

When we learn to walk, as infant babes

Our instincts teach us to stay away

From obstacles that trip and bump

And cause us pain, that bruise and break.

Our parents’ watchful eye

Pre-empts our falls in time

Before we hurt and cry

As babes, we soon learn why.

Once we can walk confidently

We want to walk independently

But parents say ‘Hold my hand”

And pull us close as we cross the road.

We can run free at home or on the beach

But not at the shops or the busy streets

Their watchful eyes, their knowledge of life

Protect us from obstacles and strife.

As adults, we freely walk our way

We arrange our homes, our work and public space

To avoid poles, walls and uneven surface

And people walking the opposite way.

We avoid obstacles to avoid injury

The pain of a bruised or broken limb

It’s common sense to walk with care

To protect our bodies from wear and tear.

But what about our spiritual life?

God our Father wants to take our hand

And guide us, His children, throughout each day

He knows the terrain; He knows the way.

We pull at Him to come our way

Cause we think we know a better way

We stiffen our arms in rebellion

And wiggle our hand free of His.

We trip and fall, there’s so much pain

We’re in shock and frightened, angry, upset

Ourselves, others and God get blamed

We live in fear of future pain.

I’ve run so far from my father’s arms

I’m wounded and weary from life’s cruelty

The shame and guilt streaks down my cheeks

My tears wash over my bloody knees.

I turn to glimpse, straining through tears

I see Him, yes, He’s waiting for me

At the very same place from which I ran

Now with open arms, He welcomes me home.

God has not promised a straight smooth life

But He knows every bump, turn, dip and rise

Be it illness, a divorce, or an accident

A loss of a loved one or employment.

He has promised peace, joy, wisdom, and strength

So, trust in Him, follow His lead,

Relax your grip, step forward in faith

And hold God’s hand that’s warm with grace.

Beverley Joy © 2019 of Simply Story Poetry. All Rights Reserved.

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