May I be Your child
as I parent my own?
While calming wild tantrums
and correcting disobedience
maybe...
I can crawl up near Your heart
and steady my beat
to Yours?
While concocting meals
and blending baby food
maybe...
I can sit at Your table
and be fed
Your nourishing Word?
While juggling laundry
and groceries and
cleaning and shopping
maybe...
I can sit on Your shoulders
for the high perspective of
purpose and progress
instead of chaos.
While living with children
attached to my every limb
and breaking
every silence
maybe...
I can cling fiercely to
Your nail-pierced hand
and find rest in knowing
my loving Father never tires to hear
my voice.
While I parent my child,
may I be Yours?
