“A Child”
I hear the cries of a child,
a child who desires to be cherished and adored.
I’m eagerly look for this child,
who cries are so close but I can not see him.
Where could this child be?
My arms reach for the Heavens as I plead for help to find this child. As my words, end the clouds
part a ray of moon beams down on this child,
that I seek. A heavenly glow surrounds this child. I am struck to my knees by the sight of this child.
This child is beautiful, every feature is perfect but when my eyes glaze his hands and feet, there are wounds on them. As I reach out to comfort him and myself. He disappears but I can still hear and feel him in my being.
I start to cry because of this pure joyful gift I have received from God.
Blessed am I to have Him living in me.
By Tracey M Murray
December 20, 2006
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