When we exit the womb, does He pace
or we skin our knees does He hurt?
When we disregard Him, does He pout?
Does He woo with stealth, kicking at the dirt?
Does He smile at the challenge?
Will He remember all my nightmares, does He sing a lullaby?
Does he approve of my favorite color or wish I would learn to fly?
Are all these mundane to The Almighty...or does He like to laugh?
Did he proudly state the robin to have the red breast
and the storm to show it's wrath,
or was it an after thought?
Will the rainbow ever want more colors or the water in a puddle to become clean?
Does the desert know it's beauty or is it haunted by the stream?
Did He know that thunder and lightning would compete
and does He show them up for sport?
Does He marvel at the gazelle or in His schedule take a glance?
Does He see my fib as murder or the lack of initiative, broken glass?
Does He hold His hand outright, when it is time for me to cross?
Will He take to heart my tears at all the broken and the lost
or will he show me a slave, a frail and starving girl?
I cry and scream OH! FATHER....
and He whispers, ...

Welcome to My World!

Looking up and loving the learning process! Kelly Herman in Dallas