Dear Lord,
You made it clear.
From the very beginning,
they belonged to you.
So, when you asked
if, by my own free will
I would give them
to you,
without hesitation
I did.
And it’s not like
I forgot.
It’s just that,
as you well know,
at times
many times
I simply considered
them my own.
Then, when I had done
all I could do for them
and falling so short
of what I wanted
or what they needed,
you picked up the pieces.
You carried them
for me.
You ran the race
when I could only rest.
Not to remind me
who could love them more,
but to show me
how to love you more.
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You express surrendering our children to the Lord in simple, strong, beautiful words. Thank you for reminding me! I know how you feel. I’m still there–even though the children God gave me to care for are grown with children of their own. I have had to let go more and more . . . They are in His hands– and there is no better place.
Mary Ellen, your words are almost shocking in their utter simplicity. Thank you!
A very sweet poem, Mary Ellen, with a lovely ending.