Staring at the screen of my life
Wondering what I am doing
Am I making a difference
For those who will come
Those who are watching me
Those I leave behind?
Who are those I long for?
Who do not even exist yet?
I long to hold one in my arms
My very own blood
Running through her veins
Fear grips me to think I can lead
They will follow whatever I do
So what will I do?
Where will my footsteps take me?
I mouth the words for the little ones
I hear my mistakes echoed in their precious tones
My heart aches knowing she will be led astray
If I step off the path
His little hand copying exactly what I do
Oh Lord, I long to lead these little ones
Toward the lamplit path
Where they can know Truth
My words come out and they don’t stop
Tones that seem out of my control
Chattering and blubbering
Are my words daggers to their little souls?
Or are they salve to soothe the broken edges?
Teach me so my roots run deep into Yours
So my words are not my own
My laugh is free
And my hands are full of grace
My lips form clear truth
Kindness etched in the aftertones
My feet carry me to heights
Out of this world
So my followers are mesmerized
By what they can see above the clouds
I stand here amazed at the power in
Hands and eyes and feet and body
I don’t have to wait
For my very own
I can start to lead today
(written with prompt of “post”)