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
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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