You behold me precious.
Your eyes and heart follow me,
As a mother, her child.
So here I am,
Oft’ times soiled,
Frequently, lost to distraction.
Yet, I lay claim to Your Love.
How great and blessed is my future,
You designed and destined the waif before You.
You set my course and cause me,
I for myself, rejoice that I am thine,
And rely wholly on Thy beneficence.
Love the child of Your Heart.
Follow me with motherly care,
To correct, commend, cuddle and caress.
© 2016 Joann Nelander