The Shepherd
Their little hands
search for me,
hands covered with
marker,
paint,
Play-Doh.
Their little feet
pitter-patter
thump-thump
While their eyes
roam the halls
in pursuit of me.
“Soothe,
heal,
protect me,”
they demand.
My hands
search for him,
hands covered with
soap,
flour,
peanut butter.
My feet move
cautiously
eagerly
While my eyes
scan for signs of him.
“Lead,
restore,
comfort me,”
I whisper.
I find them,
hold them,
abide with them.
He finds me,
holds me,
abides with me.
Thank you Lori for sharing this with us. After last night's Northside group conversation this poem is timely and even more beautiful to me. Oh how I need to be found, too, in the midst of the needs and demands pressing in all around me. thank you for this invitation to look for Him.
ReplyDeleteI love this Lori!!!
ReplyDeleteWhat a joy to witness the breadth of gifts the Lord has given our church. Thank you for sharing this, Lori. Such beautiful images to remind us of the care of a loving Father, and how we are called to model that love, however imperfectly, for our own children.
ReplyDeleteLori my heart applauds and my fingers snap in response to your poem. Gooey, peanutbutter fingers hold faster than perfectly clean ones to God's unchanging hand anways ;-)
ReplyDeleteThank you Lori for your wonderful poem. I believe if you add music, this will be a hit song.
ReplyDeleteLovely and real. Thank you, friend.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteLove love love love this. -Nikki
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