I was a little girl, Father
and I knew it was just
You and me?
I never doubted or questioned.
I prayed; You listened.
I walked small
on this giant planet;
You saw me,
clear through to my heart.
I twirled and danced
and days spun into years
Time took a toll
on the knowing.
Can You hear my
small voice among the millions
see my heart
when there are so many others
aching and clamoring
for attention?
And Father ( I feel
ashamed and foolish to ask),
when I step from this life
into my forever home,
will You find me
in the multiplied millions?
Will I sit at Your feet,
feel Your hand on my head,
spend time - just You and me?
In the hidden places of
a questioning heart,
He whispers words
known only to me,
gently caressing my head.
Blessings,
Linda
Joining my dear friend Emily at imperfect prose:
