Saturday, May 03, 2008

Yesterday, I Was a Child

Yesterday, I Was a Child

Yesterday, I was a child
But it's my first day of Jr. High.
Lockers, boys... and I look different.
Will they make fun of me as I walk by?

I'm scared to do this alone.
Won't you please hold my hand?
Into this place,
Afraid to show my face.
Go with me, Go with me.

Yesterday, I was a child.
Next month I'm having one of my own.
Diapers, bills, him looking up to me
Will I be strong enough or let him down?

I'm scared to do this alone.
Won't you please hold my hand?
Motherhood,
Doing what I should.
Go with me, go with me.

Yesterday, I was a child.
Today I will watch my aging mother die.
The pain of the process weathers my face.
Will I ever get over the loss of her in my life?

I'm scared to do this alone.
Won't you please hold my hand?
Memories
Of her praying on her knees.
Go with me, go with me.

Yesterday, I was a child,
I think as I close the door,
Leaving behind 25 years of marriage
And a man who doesn't love me anymore

I'm scared to do this alone.
Won't you please hold my hand?
Abuse and rage;
Time to turn the page.
Go with me, go with me.

Yesterday, I was a child,
"And that's ok," to myself I say.
This moment is a gift God's given me.
What will I do with this precious day?

I won't be doing this alone
Because He always holds my hand.
Love so dear,
He's always near,
Go with me, go with me.

Let all this maturity count for something,at least.
Don't let the pain be in vain.
Use it, Dear God, to help a hurting soul
Letting the hope of yesterday's child remain.

1 comment:

Jim Swindle said...

Do keep writing. You have a gift.

It's amazing how time goes by. We think we'll be the same forever, but forget that this life is just preparation for the next.

Only a few days ago I was a child learning to tie my shoes...a painfully thin teen with a bit of anorexia...a university student, newly knowing the Lord...a new husband, a new father...employed one place, or another, or another...attending my mother's funeral, then my father's remarriage, then my father's funeral and my stepmother's...a new grandfather...

As you suggest, we're not adequate for any of it, but our amazing Lord is completely adequate.