A man With a beautiful wife, Nine children, two houses, Three cars, and degrees. Gloriously blessed Beyond what the eye sees. But, I am still a child. Work almost every day. Provide for my family. Keep a roof over their heads And clothes on their backs. Making sure There’s not much that they lack. But, I am still a child. A promising type of fellow. Ambitious, confident, Filled with love and care. If there’s such a thing in this world, I try to be fair. But, I am still a child. Why, you may ask. My imperfection goes deeper Than the vision of a microscope. From infancy, I’ve been pregnant with fault. The intoxication of my mind Creates a resting place for misguided thoughts. Leaving my beaten spirit with denial and loss. But like a child. Spoon feed my mind with wisdom. Direct my every thought to the path of what is true. Nurture my heart. Fill it with the nourishments of You. And like a child. Clothe me, So that my back is protected. Hold my hand. Help me step to Your drum beat Until my rhythm is perfected. And like a child. I will always be eager to learn And strive to grow. Seeking Your guidance in happiness And in times of sorrow. And like a child. There will always be hope in me. So worrying, I won’t bother. Because though I may be a child, God, you are my Father. Written by: Dederick Scott
