You behold me, precious.
Your eyes and heart follow me,
As a mother, her child.
So, here I am,
Oft’ times soiled,
Frequently, lost in distraction.
Yet, I lay claim to Your Love.
How great and blessed is my future,
You designed and destined the waif before You.
You cause me and set my course.
I, for myself, rejoice that I am thine,
And rely wholly on Thy beneficence.
Love the child of Your Heart.
Follow me with motherly care,
To correct, commend, cuddle and caress.
© 2016 Joann Nelander