My children take all that I give
Demanding moreYou gave Your all
I give a little of myself
A little more but never all
Your only SonI take . . . I leave
Your very image
All in All
All You had
I look elsewhere
Chasing idols . . . other things
Discontent with Your best . . .
With You . . .
My children forget my special days
Mine! I sayYou give more . . . love more
My worth . . . my value lessened
Diminished by their neglect
I cry--tears of self-pity
Wooing, compelling, offering
Never demeaning or threatening
Through saddened heart
By my neglect
Your value, worth NEVER lessened
By the back of my head
In love, You gave me children
So often my heart's delightYet using them, expose me
My future hope
My life, my work, my purpose
Your gift to comfort me in love
Elevated to Your place
Reflecting YouLet them resume their place
Pain in what I see
O Lord, the way I treat You!
More than the way that they treat me!
Forgive me! Consume me with You!
copyright 2009, Lisa A. Baker