Unfaded eyes, unjaded souls,
These children of mine
If each day I could add to their preciousness
With my eyes and voice and arms
Culture trust and foster truth
Rather than pour ugliness and frustration
Into the clean wells
Clouding with my issues and past
The insecurity, abuse and fear
Confusion and unrest
Answering unasked defining questions
With darkness
Pouring into wells of beauty and promise
Unfaded eyes, unjaded souls
These children of mine
Imperfect ~ yes
Sinful ~ yes
Full of promise ~ yes
My life's greatest dream fulfilled ~ yes!
If I could only hold this close enough
To my heart
Keep my strength anchored in the strength giver
Simply stop, listen, breathe, wait, pray, respond
Grateful
God has our kids even when we don't. I am a testimony of that. So are you. Xo
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