He nearly didn’t come here,
This second son of mine.
His heart so sweet,
He’d go back to heaven itself,
rather than cause me trouble.
His hands are pudgy,
his nails hold the dirt,
and he thinks
at moments with no rhyme to them
to say
I love you,
Momma,
More than anything on earth.
Such a child is scary.
Oh God, please don’t take him back.
I know we’re here to break our hearts
and heal them,
fill the cracks with shiny glass,,
but that one,
please dear God,
never put on my plate.
Wisdom
is one thing,
and he has it in both pockets..
But that heart
that seeks and holds such goodness,
his laughing dirty hands reach out to You.
Please let me hold them for awhile.
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