Sweet child of mine, love birthed you
Long before you had flesh
Like a seed planted in my young heart
The dream of you
And me . . your momma
Precious child, love claimed you
Long before there was time
In His book written every one
Your days
Even when yet there were none
Beloved child, sin saw you
Long before your first breath
Knowing your role in the kingdom of light
Marked you for destruction
Oh, dear child, I loved you
Long before eyes took you in
There in the depths I knew you
As fearfully and wonderfully
Your body knitted and fashioned
My child, I wounded you
Long before dreams were realized
Turning hopes to expectations
Desires to fear
Love to control
The child I’d die for my victim
Cherished child, love saved you
Long before wounds inflicted
Healing, forgiving, and freeing
This broken vessel redeemed
And love spilling out all the cracks
this is a powerful confession…and so easy to turn our hopes for our children into our expectations…and where does love fit in that?
beautiful. the way you put it. just begging the question, why do we do this?
My child, I wounded you
Long before dreams were realized
Turning hopes to expectations
Desires to fear
Love to control
The child I'd die for my victim
oh so thankful for redemption.
amy in peru
Beautiful, Kim. You sum up the complexity of parenthood so well. Wow.
oh kim, i shivered because of the power in this. the way you spoke him into existence, and the way you saw the truth: i don't want to admit, sometimes, sin's presence on one so young, but it's so true, and i need to, and i need to pray holy spirit into him and into his bedroom and beg on my knees, more. thank you, friend. how glad i am to know you. xo
Ohhh . . . . brings tears to me . . . the what if's and the gratefulness of His new mercies! You will understand in reading my Imperfect Prose. It's my first time visiting you and joining this meme.
ohhhh wow! beautiful. absolutely beautiful, Mrs. Hyland!!!
thank you so much for sharing this 😀