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