You behold me, precious.
Your eyes and heart follow me,
As a mother, her child.

So, here I am,
Sometimes happy,
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.

Great Love,
Love the child of Your Heart.
Follow me with motherly care,
To correct, commend, cuddle and caress.

© 2016 Joann Nelander

Here I am Lord
I have brought the world and my day with me
What a motley crew arrayed before You
But not in vain.

We come with a clatter
My noise, our noise,
To the Silence.
The deafening roar
To the hallowed stillness.

Whisper in the chamber of our meeting
Where we tent with You,
Hope for the dying,
Faith to the listening,
Love to the willing.

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